"Just this matter?"
Ding Yue, upon hearing this, spread his hands and said with a smile: "Is there really a need to find me in person? A phone call wouldn't do? Go on, how much do you need?"
Ding Xiaoyou coming to ask for money was something Ding Yue had long been accustomed to. Even before he founded Mist City Arts and Science University, his sister, Ding Xiaoyou, would always ask him for some pocket money. Ding Yue was always quite generous to his sister; if she asked for pocket money, he would definitely give it.
Now that he had founded Mist City Arts and Science University and achieved great success in many fields, he was rather wealthy, so there was hardly any hesitation when Ding Xiaoyou needed some money.
Moreover,
Ding Yue had previously given his sister, Ding Xiaoyou, several large sums of capital, which she didn't squander but instead invested in her own energy experiment enterprise.
Not sure if it's the same this time.
"It's a bit much."
