A Tool to Make Money

"Cut the crap and give me the money. I'm in a hurry to leave. I don't have time to waste here with you!"

"Mom, I really don't have money…"

"You said you didn't have money last time, but didn't you give it to me later?"

"That's really all the money I have… The new movie hasn't started shooting yet. I don't have money now!"

...

The familiar voice belonged to Zhao Yingnan.

The person who was talking to Zhao Yingnan was her mother, whom Song Qingyou had met once before.

The content of their quarrel was the same as last time.

Song Qingyou listened for a while, and Zhao Yingnan had already sent the woman away. The reason she used was that she would borrow money as soon as possible.

Song Qingyou frowned, thinking about waiting for the two people outside to leave before she went out.

But as soon as the woman left, Zhao Yingnan pushed the door open and entered the bathroom.