Ji Ting's brow furrowed slightly. Three words appeared on the screen almost instantly: [That's not possible.]
Shen Mu Lan burst out laughing. "You don't believe me, do you? I wouldn't believe it either if I hadn't seen it myself. Not with that sour face he always wears, hahahaha-"
Watching him laugh so gleefully, Ji Ting couldn't help wondering: Are Shen Mu Lan and Ji Yanzhi really friends?
Something occurred to him, and he turned the iPad in his hands away, but Shen Mu Lan had already seen the words on it.
"We actually aren't friends. These days, I'm your eldest brother's creditor."
Ji Ting blinked. Ji Yanzhi was so rich. Did even he need to borrow money?
"Money is easy to repay. Favors aren't." Seeming to read his expression, Shen Mu Lan raised an eyebrow at him. "My brother is the deputy political commissar of the 65th Group Army. You're so clever, you can probably guess what he owes me for, right?"
Ji Ting lowered his eyes slightly. There was no telling what he was thinking, and he didn't turn the screen back around.
Shen Mu Lan chuckled softly and set the insulated food container in front of him. "I don't know what happened between you two before, but seeing you move out to live alone gave me some idea."
"Ji Yanzhi has a real talent for saying nasty things. But if he truly disliked you, he wouldn't spare you a second glance, let alone ask someone for a favor on your behalf."
Despite everything he had said, Ji Ting neither looked at him nor "spoke." He seemed to be lost in thought.
Ji Ting truly couldn't figure Ji Yanzhi out anymore.
First, he had said every hurtful thing imaginable and driven him out of the Ji Family home. Then,