"Why do you want to help me?"
Chuzheng lifted her eyes, the youth opposite her, his gaze fixed firmly on her.
"Such a large sum of money, why do you want to help me?"
"It needs to be repaid," Chuzheng said in an even tone.
"I know. Even so, why do you want to help me?" The youth seemed a bit obstinate.
So much money, she had taken it out, to help him—a stranger.
That's not something a normal person would do.
Chuzheng's face was taut: "To be a good person."
Mu Shen: "..."
A good person?
That answer seemed perfunctory no matter how he looked at it.
Mu Shen didn't believe it.
"I will return that money to you as soon as possible."
"How will you return it?" Chuzheng asked bluntly.
"..."
He was still just a student.
"Even if you work part-time, earning two thousand a month, you would need sixteen years to pay it off."
Mu Shen's tone was steady, filled with confidence: "My future salary won't be just two thousand."
