Uncle Yan's eyes turned red, and he sharply pushed Yan Sida away, scolding, "Yan Sida, is your pride more important, or is your mother's life more important?"
To save one's life, people can do anything. Even if it meant kneeling right now, he would get down on his knees.
Su Li stood aside, her eyes gradually taking on a profound look.
She had so much money; if she could take out a portion to help poor families, perhaps it would be more meaningful...
Yan Sida looked at Ling Chenyu's smirking face, her body stiffened, and she suddenly shook off Uncle Yan's hand, turning her head and ran out: "I don't believe no one can lend me money."
People like Ling Chenyu, like Su Li, those rich people—she didn't want their money!
Uncle Yan sighed and quickly chased Yan Sida downstairs.
Ling Chenyu glanced at Su Li, asking He Jiaren to spray some perfume in the dorm room; it truly had an unpleasant smell.
