"Tan Biyang, I've finally caught up with you!" Ning Qian stood firm in front of her, beaming with joy.
However, her mood was far from joyous.
With a stern face, she placed her bag behind her without a word, "Ning Qian, I've told you, I have no money."
Tan Biyang was not lying; the money she had saved up was now nearly all spent. With no work on hand, she was indeed strapped for cash.
"Do you expect me to believe that? An artist from Emperor, with no money? Who would believe that if you say it out loud?" Ning Qian didn't believe a word Tan Biyang said, so she stepped closer, "Tan Biyang, we're friends after all. Help me out now, and when I make it big, I will definitely return the favor."
As if hearing something ludicrous, Tan Biyang gave her a scornful glance and replied indifferently, "I really have no money." She would not let outsiders know that she didn't sign with Emperor.
That same line again!
