"It doesn't matter, I need cash now," said Jiao Yang.
"Alright, but the earliest I can get it to you is Monday. Right now, I can't magically produce cash for you."
"Okay, call me on Monday."
Jiao Yang hung up the phone, just as Mo Bei pushed the door open and came in, swirling a small glass of red wine in his hand.
"I knocked, but you didn't hear!" Mo Bei waved the glass in his hand towards him, "You don't mind, do you?"
"Suit yourself," Jiao Yang shrugged.
Mo Bei came over and glanced at the phone in his hand, "If you're looking for money for Luo Xiaoqian, I suggest you don't do it."
"Why?"
"It's simple, she won't accept it, right?"
"I know she won't take it, but she has a company she wants to sell. I can buy her company under my friend's name, so she won't know."
"Oh my, so noble, you're practically like an angel!" Mo Bei took a sip of wine, "Now I'm a bit envious of Luo Xiaoqian; she has a great husband like Leng Zimo, and also a guardian angel like you."
