"Lin Beichen, Brother Lin, what made you think of coming to me?"
If he were a normal person, he might have replied with something like "I miss you," but Lin Beichen was feeling quite gloomy, so he responded seriously: "To borrow money."
This sentence left Huo Ziyan at a loss for words. She said somewhat displeased, "I can lend you money, but you have to tell me why, right?"
However, Lin Beichen didn't want to tell her the story, only stared straight at her. The two stood in a standoff for a while, until Huo Ziyan finally gave in. She said unhappily, "Is this how you ask for help? Fine, this lady will be generous! How much do you need?"
Lin Beichen quickly went over the bills in his mind and arrived at a number: "Three million!"
"How much?!" Huo Ziyan froze mid-motion as she was reaching into her bag for money, looking up at Lin Beichen in disbelief.
