Yan Luoxi looked at the skin around the wound, stained a pale yellow, and said, "Yeah, banks are too pragmatic these days. As soon as you mention a loan, they'd almost sweep you out with a broom."
Li Yeqi, seeing her indignant demeanor, couldn't help but ask, "Would rather grovel for a loan than come to me for investment?"
No sooner had he asked than he regretted it. Was he hoping she would come to him?
Impossible!
He hadn't forgiven her yet. He just wanted to gain control of her business, so he could torment her however he wished. The more he thought about it, the more involuntarily a scene appeared in his mind.
She knelt before him dressed as a maid, begging for his forgiveness, and he felt his blood inexplicably boil.
Yan Luoxi felt a chill run down her spine under his gaze. She said, "You're my last hope, so of course I can't just resort to you so soon. I still need to try for a loan. Maybe they'll be willing, considering Vanka's prospects for development."