"No way, as the saying goes, 'save for an emergency, not for poverty.' Uncle, please don't make it difficult for Sister Qiao and me." Lin Weichen felt annoyed by his uncle's shamelessness.
If he had known his uncle would come over today, he wouldn't have asked Sister Qiao to stay for dinner.
"What do you mean, how is my borrowing money not urgent? The project is about to start. You call her Sister Qiao, right? I'm older than you, so I'll call you Qiaoqiao. Qiaoqiao, your employees have done so much for you; are you saying you won't lend the money?"
Lin Gou Dan stood there nonchalantly, squinting his deceitful eyes, staring straight at Sang Qiao.
"I can lend it, but you'll need to sign a promissory note. I'll also apply to the company for approval. If you can't repay within the stipulated period, you might not keep your limbs intact."
Sang Qiao's red lips curled into a faint smile, her eyes leisurely swept across Lin Gou Dan's arms and legs.
