"No, there are some things I can't tell you, but this money is yours, take it and use it!"
"Hey, I won't take it if you don't make it clear. Please, if you're urging someone to take money, could you at least give a reasonable explanation? I'm not stupid, don't I know my own money? There have never been more than five figures in my bank account!"
Yeh Huang fell silent after hearing this, seemingly considering how to explain. After a while, he slowly said, "That painting... it's somewhat related to you, so, this money is all yours."
"I don't want it..."
One who takes gifts is beholden to the giver. Xia Yanxin no longer believed that pie could just fall from the sky. Although she was indeed in need of money now, she wasn't at her wit's end yet.
Yeh Huang didn't speak, lowering his head to take a sip of the now cold chrysanthemum tea, "Do you have hot water?"
"Oh, sorry, yes, let me brew you another cup!"
