"I don't have that much money in my WeChat," An Yin said muffledly.
At the moment she heard the amount, a layer of mist covered her eyes.
However, in Wu Yan's eyes, she only seemed pretentious, even thinking that An Yin was trying to gain her sympathy.
"How much can you repay now?" Wu Yan's words were cold, ignoring An Yin's panic.
With trembling hands, An Yin took out her phone and checked the balance in her WeChat, "It's over seventeen thousand..."
Every time she went out, Ms. An would transfer some money to her. Over time, it accumulated since An Yin didn't spend much usually.
"Transfer it first," Wu Yan perked up upon hearing this, her eyes brightened. She hadn't expected An Yin to be so cooperative.
Wu Yan quickly handed over the QR code for payment.
An Yin hesitated, but seeing Wu Yan's sharp gaze, she reached out and scanned the code. Soon, there were only a few dozen yuan left in her WeChat. Looking at the brief figures, An Yin felt deeply saddened.
