Black market loan?
For a moment, Leng Yuan couldn't even recall what she was talking about.
Then he remembered what Chen JianShe had told him: Aunt Leng had paid Gu Jiaojiao a visit, only to be rebuffed.
He had assumed Gu Jiaojiao didn't believe it at all. He had wanted to explain things to her, but he never found the right chance.
Now that Gu Jiaojiao had suddenly brought it up, he realized that his silly wife had not only believed the rumor but had also somehow managed to get her hands on three hundred yuan.
Looking at the crisp, new ten-yuan bills in his hand, Leng Yuan felt a warmth spread through his chest, his eyes filled with emotion.
'He never imagined Gu Jiaojiao would do something like this. Not knowing it was all a misunderstanding, she had worried he wouldn't be able to pay back the money and had actually found a way to scrape the funds together for him!'
Leng Yuan's eyes stung, and his throat felt a little dry. He spoke in a low voice.
