"Sigh!"
Seeing her best friend being pushed to such extremes, Luo Ning simply couldn't bear to watch any longer.
She let out a sigh and quietly said to her husband, "Mo Han, how about I give Xiao Hui the hundred thousand yuan first?"
"It's useless."
Mo Han shook his head and said solemnly, "Haven't you realized? This whole family sees your best friend as a cash cow. Right now, it's about buying her son a house, but later there will be renovations, buying a car, and when he has a girlfriend, they'll want dowry money and wedding expenses."
"You could give Xiao Hui a hundred thousand yuan today for her urgent needs, but what if they ask for three hundred thousand, five hundred thousand, or a million yuan tomorrow or the day after?"
Luo Ning found her husband's words deeply resonant, yet as she watched her best friend squat on the ground sobbing like an abandoned child, she still felt terrible.