"Loan?" Jiang Baizhou's usually stern and handsome face showed a rare, seemingly amused expression, as if he had heard a new word. He gently flicked her forehead that had come close. "Not quite."
"Then where did you get so much money?" Cen Jin pouted, rubbing the spot he flicked, then suddenly had a realization: "Did you ask Aunt Hui Zi and Uncle Jiang?"
"Have you seen me ask them for money?"
"Then hurry up and tell me!"
Jiang Baizhou thought for a moment and was silent for a while: "You might need to be mentally prepared."
