On the way, Zhou Xiaoyue's heart was all over the place, not looking like a creditor at all.
Lin Yan, seeing Zhou Xiaoyue's soft-hearted and cowardly demeanor, gave her a heads-up and asked, "If Song Qingping can't come up with a single cent, what do you plan to do? Just accept it like that?"
Zhou Xiaoyue looked bewildered. She didn't know what to do and didn't want to swallow such a humiliating event. How would she have money to fill those holes? This was my hard-earned savings, all gone.
Lin Yan comforted her, saying, "Don't think too much. If anything happens, I've got your back. What are you afraid of?"
Zhou Xiaoyue was moved by this. Even though Lin Yan said so, she couldn't keep troubling Lin Yan.
Following the address, the two found Song Qingping's rental apartment and knocked for a long time, but there was no response from inside.
Zhou Xiaoyue mumbled, "Not home. A wasted trip."
