"No, absolutely not. My whole family is already incredibly grateful that you're willing to lend us the money. But a sum this large can't be treated like a game. You can't just bring it here without your parents' or elders' permission. Your parents have to be there. If we can't do it that way, then… then my family would rather not borrow the money at all."
Lin Qiao's father was getting truly anxious. He desperately needed this money, and he could tell from her tone that his daughter's classmate really did have the funds and genuinely didn't think much of such a large sum. Why else would she so casually say she could bring it over tomorrow—
But no matter how little the girl cared, no matter how trivial it was to her, she was still just a child. She was at that innocent age where kids do things on a whim—an age where anyone could flatter her with a few nice words and she'd give them the world.
