Miss Liang still drove Xia Bing away, saying she should go meet someone quickly to avoid becoming an unwanted leftover woman.
Xia Bing wanted to say more, but Liang Xiaoyu had already gone. Watching her friend’s intimate moment with Cheng Hui, a hint of sourness flashed in her eyes before she left without another word.
Love doesn’t belong to whoever meets first, a notion Xia Bing deeply understood. Sometimes, she was afraid to face Liang Xiaoyu, though she knew Xiaoyu cared about her…
Her phone rang again, and Xia Bing suddenly lost interest, letting it ring.
After a pause, the phone rang again, repeatedly, seemingly persistent. Xia Bing finally answered.
“Stay there, I’ll be right over.”
Arriving at the hospital, Xia Bing saw Wen Auntie’s son sitting on the bench outside.
“Mo Yan, how is Wen Auntie doing?” Xia Bing looked at Mo Yan’s troubled face, wondering if Wen Auntie’s condition was not good.
“Sister Bing, the doctor said to go to the counter and pay,” Mo Yan stood up excitedly upon seeing Xia Bing.
Xia Bing nodded. Hospitals aren’t charities; payment is required upon admission. She comforted Mo Yan and asked him to wait while she went to pay.
Checking her pockets, she hadn’t brought much money. She thought about calling Cheng Hui and others but didn’t want to trouble them anymore…
“Excuse me, sir.” Xia Bing didn’t know when she’d become so bold, stopping a strange man who looked like a social elite from his attire.
Xia Hou Zun saw a petite figure blocking his path. Searching his memory, he was sure he didn’t know this woman and frowned slightly, looking displeased.
Xia Bing looked up at him. Normally, she would absolutely not speak to such a man. Not because he looked scary, but because of his domineering presence, giving an air of supreme self-importance.
Borrowing Money
Xia Hou Zun looked at the woman, “What is it?”
Just as Xia Bing expected, his voice was cold.
“My name is Xia Bing. Can you lend me some money?” Now was crucial, and she didn’t care about her dignity. Perhaps he would think she was trying to flirt.
The man looked at Xia Bing a few times, “Card or cash?”
Xia Bing didn’t expect borrowing money to be so smooth, “Two thousand would be fine.”
