Song Yan knew Mu Anran had guessed the situation and quickly said, "Mumu, can you do me a favor this time? How about this—after we wrap up the shoot, I'll add fifty thousand to your bonus. What do you say? I know your brother needs money, so please help me out!"
Fifty thousand?
What exactly does Song Yan think of her?
She, Mu Anran, was definitely not someone to bend for power, shift for poverty, or be seduced by wealth!
Mu Anran said indignantly, "Sixty thousand!"
Song Yan: "... Alright, alright, sixty thousand it is, deal!"
Mu Anran did urgently need money, although she had married Yu Lingqian. Still, she didn't think it justified brazenly asking him for money.
To be able to earn money on her own, relying on her own hands, would give her peace of mind.
"Give me the phone."
Song Yan frowned, "What phone?"
"You want me to ask Lin Guanguan, but how can I contact her without a phone number?" Mu Anran said, exasperated.