Li Zecheng's emotionless voice sounded. "How much?"
"Three million."
Li Zecheng was silent for a long time. Qiao An read the dilemma in his silence.
"Qiao An…" Li Zecheng's tone was cold. "Three million is a lot of money. I don't have that much cash flow on hand right now."
Tears glistened in Qiao An's eyes as she said almost pleadingly, "Li Zecheng, my mother is sick. She has a late-stage kidney disease and needs a kidney transplant urgently. On the account that she treated you well, help her get through this. Three million isn't much to you. Besides, I'll definitely pay you back in the future."
"Qiao An, I really don't have that kind of money."
Qiao An angrily exposed Li Zecheng's hypocrisy. "Li Zecheng, the pocket money you gave Wei Xin is five million dollars. But it's so difficult for me to ask you for some money."
On the other end of the line, Li Zecheng's face alternated between green and white.
