Inside Haiqin Restaurant.
Zhang Zhaohai was a little stunned as well.
He truly had not expected Song Wenqin to be so decisive, directly throwing out the gift her younger brother had brought.
It was completely beyond his expectations.
"You... you really threw it out?" Zhang Zhaohai stared wide-eyed.
"Thrown out means thrown out. We'll compensate him for however much it cost." Song Wenqin spoke in a restrained tone as she watched the flustered figure leaving outside the restaurant. "He had ulterior motives. He deserved it!"
"Well... that's only human nature, isn't it?" Zhang Zhaohai smacked his lips.
The poor went unnoticed in bustling markets, while the rich found distant relatives even deep in the mountains. It had always been that way, since ancient times.
So Song Wenbo's arrival did not surprise him in the least.
"What if he came to borrow money?" Song Wenqin suddenly said.
"Huh? Borrow money?" Zhang Zhaohai froze.
"Yesterday in the car, my mom mentioned that the two of them were planning to expand the hotel. Yesterday, when they treated that... Zhou Xiaona's brother or whoever to a meal, that was what they were after." Song Wenqin sneered.
"What do you think his purpose was in coming today?"
Zhang Zhaohai nearly blurted out, "Good thing you threw it out," but fortunately, he held himself back.
"Sigh, if we can help, then we should help," he deliberately said.
"Help? When our family needed help back then, why didn't they help us? Repaying resentment with kindness? That's not how it works." Song Wenqin spoke without hesitation. "Help people through emergencies, not poverty. What does their family wanting to expand the restaurant have to do with ours?!"
Zhang Zhaohai cheered inwardly, but merely nodded slightly.
"Wifey, whatever you do, I'll support you."
That afternoon, when Zhou Xiaona saw Song