Wen Mian hesitated for a while, but in the end, she asked, "Could you lend me some money?"
Upon hearing this, Pei Zhiyao was taken aback, then he laughed as if he had heard the biggest joke, "Did I hear that right, you're asking me for money?"
Wen Mian's fingers tightened around the edges of her phone, and finally, she let out a muffled "Mm-hmm."
She listened for any sounds from Pei Zhiyao on the other end of the phone, but heard no response for a long time.
It wasn't until the lighter clicked on, Pei Zhiyao took a deep breath and exhaled the smoke, "What if I say I don't have any?"
Wen Mian bit her lower lip; how could Pei Zhiyao possibly not have any money?
And as Pei Zhiyao said those words, Wen Mian guessed that he didn't want to lend her the money.
Pei Zhiyao let out a light "Huh", as if he had guessed Wen Mian's thoughts.
After a couple of drags of his cigarette, he carelessly put it out on the windowsill, "Are you thinking how it's impossible that I don't have money?"