"There's a way," Qin Mei said with certainty.
"There's no way," Zhang Haoyuan insisted.
"I said there's a way, so there's a way," Qin Mei said domineeringly.
Zhang Haoyuan laughed self-deprecatingly. "What way could there possibly be?"
"The way I pave," Qin Mei said, arrogant and forceful.
Zhang Haoyuan's heart skipped a beat. His breathing grew heavy, and his voice tightened as he asked, "Pave it with what?"
Qin Mei uttered a single, resonant word. "Money."
Money was a good thing. No matter the era, money made things happen.
That spark of hope reignited, burning fiercely. Zhang Haoyuan couldn't resist it. "Why are you helping me?"
Last time, he had begged her, shamelessly calling her "mom," but she hadn't given him a single cent. He had lost a finger because of it.
"For my sister-in-law," Qin Mei said.
Zhang Haoyuan was stunned. The answer seemed a bit far-fetched.
