"Things are tight; the company can barely keep going." Bai Weifeng made a face like a bitter melon, "Xiaoxiao, Dad knows you're the most capable. Working as a designer has made you good money, so think of it as Dad borrowing from you, okay?"
"Not okay, I don't have money." Bai Xiao rejected them without mercy.
When the affection is strong, money is no object. Without affection, it becomes everything.
"How is that possible?" Bai Weifeng obviously didn't believe it, "Xiaoxiao, are you still mad?"
Chen Wenxiang also said, "If you don't have the money, you can figure something out with Ye Huang. We're not asking for much, Xiao Xuan's house is just short 1.7 million for the final payment, and the car is 500,000. You just need to come up with a little over 2 million."