Vera held a tissue in her hand.
It was handed to her by Boss Jiang.
The tear stains were already wiped clean.
However, she felt no gratitude; instead, her amber eyes held a faint trace of mockery.
"Jiang, are you a philanthropist?"
Jiang Chen remained calm and composed, "Don't you want to be self-reliant?"
"Since you can lend me money, why go the extra mile? What's the matter? Think the cake is too big and afraid it'll kill you?"
Precisely.
Just now, Boss Jiang proposed an unbelievable plan.
To lend her money.
Or more accurately speaking, a loan.
When she heard it, Vera was momentarily stunned, then quickly lifted the corners of her mouth and let out a chuckle.
A cold chuckle.
Though the cultures are different, she understood the adage of unusual occurrences signifying hidden troubles, a universal truth that everyone comprehends—with no free lunches in the world.
