"Mr. Zhang, I advise you to think clearly before you speak."
Zhang Dongmei put the money into her pocket, covered it tightly with her hand, took several steps back, and then spoke.
"I wouldn't lend to you even if I didn't think clearly; for me to lend you something, I'd have to be dead."
She glared at Su Xiaoxiao with a face full of hostility, her eyes brimming with caution.
Just then, a young lady with delicate features walked up behind them. Upon seeing Zhang Dongmei, she said, "Mr. Zhang, good morning. How did the matter with the diamond ring you asked about for your fiancé go last time?"
This lady was named Qian Xiaoyan, of medium height, wearing an orange floral top, a matching plain skirt, and white heels. Because of her fair skin, the vibrant color looked particularly striking on her; although her features weren't extraordinarily stunning, her lively almond eyes were bright and captivating.
