An Yuxian felt quite embarrassed, but the only person she could rely on now was Xiao Yihe. Otherwise, the usurers would find her and definitely not let her off the hook. She bit her lip, "Don't worry, I will definitely pay back the money."
"I don't trust your promises, and moreover... what makes you think I still have that much money now? I'm just like you—a kicked out mongrel, with only a few millions left over, mere pocket change. Ten million, you really dare to ask." Xiao Yihe half sat up, speaking indolently.
"A few million would work too, enough to solve my immediate crisis." An Yuxian immediately took the opportunity to press further. Xiao Yihe first fell silent for two seconds, then raised his head, looking at her as if she were a fool, "Do I need to sell my property too, just to scrape together enough for you? If I sold this place, it would fetch ten million as well."