She was stunned for a moment.
Mo Xun had already taken out his phone.
Alipay chimed with a notification of 50,000 yuan received.
He then transferred 50,000 yuan back, "This living expense is yours now. Take 20,000 to give to your brother, and keep the rest for emergencies."
Tang Zhiluo was a bit surprised and somewhat grateful.
This man, always saving her in times of peril.
Tang Zhiluo blinked her eyes, blinked again, and softly said, "Thank you."
Mo Xun looked down while eating, his lips curled slightly, seemingly in a good mood.
Tang Zhiluo took a sip of her soup before remembering something, saying, "There's one more thing."
"Hmm?" Mo Xun looked at her.
Her face was clean and clear, with a pleading look: "I might not be able to move recently."
She had run out of money.
Mo Xun frowned deeply, his eyes displeased, "You're moving?"