"Lu Simiao, what's wrong?" Luo Qianqian couldn't free herself from Cao Yingying's grasp and had to answer the phone under such awkward circumstances.
The voice of Lu Simiao on the other end of the line was choked with tears, "Sister, can you lend me three hundred thousand? I promise I'll pay you back later."
Three hundred thousand? Why is it always three hundred thousand? Luo Qianqian frowned, "What do you want to do?"
Lu Simiao spoke intermittently, "The grandson of the old lady to whom Pei Chenhao gave money is critically ill, he'll die without surgery... sob sob."
As Lu Simiao wept, Luo Qianqian felt a surge of irritability, "Where is Pei Chenhao?"
"I'm here, Sister Qhianqhian, please, when my parents come back, I'll have them repay you," Pei Chenhao's voice also conveyed his tears.
Luo Qianqian sighed, "Where are you?"
The hospital's address was given, and Luo Qianqian hung up the phone, looking at Cao Yingying, "If I'm not mistaken, your brother is at XX hospital, right?"
