Zhang Ye thought over it. He decided to give his mother a call.
Ring, ring. The call was connected, “Hello, son.”
Zhang Ye was feeling embarrassed, “Mom, that thing. Lend me some money.”
His mother asked cautiously, “How much do you need? If it’s more than 500, don’t bother asking!”
Zhang Ye nearly fainted, “How is 500 even enough, I’m a little hard up recently. Didn’t I tell you already? My fan had to have an emergency operation. You saw it on the news, too.”
“You are a good person, aren’t you? A million given away just like that… Are you not silly? There’s a lot of good-hearted people around. Why did you offer to help then? You aren’t a tycoon!” His mother got angry at the thought of this.
But there was some murmuring on the other side of the call.
“What are you doing!”