"Aunt, uncle, what's going on?" Ye Qiaoxi was so anxious that he pulled the two of them back to sit on the sofa.
"Xixi, you are the only one who can help my uncle," Guan Ziyu cried, her eyes red and swollen, and held her hand and begged, "otherwise, my uncle's company will declare bankruptcy."
An Guobang also lost the energy of the past, his whole body was like an eggplant beaten by frost, and his head was drooping.
"Aunt, how can I help?"
An Guobang glanced at his wife and said nothing.
Guan Ziyu immediately said, "Xixi, as long as you ask Mr. Lan to borrow some liquidity, An will survive the crisis."
When Ye Qiaoxi heard Lan Xichen's name, he was a little scared, but he still asked, "Borrow, how much?"
An Guobang and Guan Ziyu looked at each other. Guan Ziyu timidly stretched out a finger, "One, one hundred million..."
"What?" Ye Qiaoxi's eyes widened and he stood up, "One hundred million?!"
God, this is an astronomical figure. How could she have the dignity to borrow this money from Lan Xichen? Maybe, after he laughed at himself, he would ask someone to throw her out of hz!
"Xixi, Xixi, listen to me." An Guobang was also anxious, pulling her and saying, "Your aunt and I can see clearly what Mr. Lan treats you, and he will definitely lend it to you. Otherwise... An...
I can only... Xixi, Anshi is my uncle's life. If you don't agree, my uncle can only go with Anshi..."
"Uncle, don't worry," Ye Qiaoxi quickly comforted, "An's is an old company and it won't collapse so easily."
"Xixi, please help uncle," Guan Ziyu began to cry again, crying so much that Ye Qiaoxi was confused for a moment, "Aunt, don't cry, don't cry, I... I just promise."
"Really?" The two of them stared at her and looked at her eagerly, "Xixi, you agreed? That's great! That's great! I just said that Xixi was brought up by us since she was a child, and she would never leave her alone.
,Very good!"
On the way back, Ye Qiaoxi felt very heavy. She knew the significance of An's family to her aunt's family. Without it, what would their future life be like?
When she walked into Lan Xichen's office, he had made two cups of coffee and was sitting leisurely on a black leather chair, with his legs elegantly folded together.
Seeing that he had been waiting for her for a long time, Ye Qiaoxi had been preparing to say a word, but he couldn't say a word.
"That..." What was she going to say? Mr. Lan, can you borrow some money? Not much, just 100 million.