"Six hundred thousand." Lin Yang widened his eyes, startled by the number.
Eighty thousand had already touched the family's savings, and now another sixty thousand is needed. Where is he supposed to get it? Maybe selling himself would be worth that much.
Li Tianxin felt aggrieved, "I thought I could pay it back. If it weren't for you, none of this would be an issue. I told you, I need money. You don't understand me; what are we supposed to do now?"
Lin Yang's head began to throb, it felt like an endless pit that couldn't be filled. He sighed deeply in worry.
Regretfully, he said, "If my relationship with my sister hadn't soured, it'd be fine. But now, even if I wanted to ask, it's no use. You see, she might not even bother with me."
Li Tianxin encouraged, "Go to your father, ask him to come up with something. He'll definitely make it work for you. Doesn't he always spoil you? Honey...all my problems are because of this; you said you would always take responsibility for me."
