Xia Lu walked up to Zhou Mingchen. "Could you lend me some money?"
She noticed a slight twitch in the skin at the corner of Zhou Mingchen's eyebrows. "How much?"
"Eight hundred and sixty-six thousand..." When Xia Lu spoke this figure, she even felt a bit guilty herself, but according to what Xia Zhiqiu said, it was the result of compound interest. After this month, it would double again; by then, it would be much more than this amount.
Zhou Mingchen did not respond immediately. The number was precise and clearly meant for a specific purpose. Yet, she did not need money for anything, and suddenly mentioning such a figure was bound to arouse suspicion.
"What for?"
