Wen Ran wasn't sure if she was too nervous or what, but when she spoke, she stuttered: "I... my friend is facing some trouble, can you lend me some money?"
"How much do you need?"
"Three..."
Just as she uttered the word, the phone rang.
Fu Chenlie glanced at the caller ID, frowned, and said, "Cheng Cheng is urging me. For the money, use the 2 million I gave you, or find Cheng Cheng. He will give it to you. I have to go now."
"But the 2 million isn't..." Wen Ran hadn't finished her sentence, but Fu Chenlie already answered the phone: "I'll be downstairs immediately."
Just like that, they passed each other by.
He didn't care how much money she wanted to borrow, nor was he concerned about what had happened to her friend. His heart and mind were entirely occupied by his first love.
It was as if missing this flight meant Jiang Wan Ning would never be found again.
Wen Ran sarcastically tugged at the corner of her mouth.