Yan Luoxi looked at her intently, feeling that she seemed very uneasy, "Buhui, I can avoid asking what happened to you, but if you encounter a problem you can't solve, I'm here for you anytime."
Buhui's lips moved slightly, but she said nothing in the end.
Yan Luoxi sighed helplessly, took out a check, filled in the amount, and handed it to Buhui, "Buhui, take this first, don't rush to pay it back, don't shortchange yourself."
Buhui's throat felt dry, "Sister Luoxi, thank you."
"You're welcome, go on." Yan Luoxi waved her hand. Watching Buhui grasp the check and turn to leave, she finally looked away, puzzled. Buhui's expenses aren't big, and since she returned, apart from her, she basically has no other friends. Why does she suddenly need fifty thousand yuan?
Is she sick?
