"Jingshu, why are you here?"
Seeing Ren Jingshu outside the door, Zhao Yun was both surprised and delighted.
"Do you have time? I have something to discuss with you."
"Yes, wait for me, I'll change my shoes."
"Mm."
Having returned to the living room, Zhao Yun immediately began to fret, running his hands through his hair.
Coming over so late at night, she must be wanting him to spend her birthday with her, but he didn't have even a single yuan on him, and now it was too late to get money from Pei Ziheng.
Looking at Shen Hongmei knitting on the living room sofa, Zhao Yun steeled himself and approached her.
"That is, Aunt Hongmei, could you lend me some money? I'll pay you back in a few days."
After speaking, his face was flushed red.
Shen Hongmei wasn't much older than him, and asking her for money felt rather awkward.
Shen Hongmei was amused by his awkwardness, "Taking money is no problem, but what do you need the money for?"
"A classmate asked me for help with something."