“Really? I didn’t say anything else to him.”

Jiang Yujiao was a little stunned. Earlier at noon, there were so many people at the educated youth compound that she hadn’t dared to go over. Only now, under the cover of night, did she come looking for Zhou Qianming.

At his words, she still felt uneasy.

“Qianming ge, she really only asked you for money? She didn’t say anything else?”

Mentioning Jiang Ling made Zhou Qianming unconsciously think of her face again—that fair, delicate, almost strikingly different face from before.

Compared with that, the person standing in front of him suddenly seemed… not as eye-catching anymore.

The thought flashed by quickly, and he frowned slightly, forcing himself back to reality.

He still needed the Jiang family’s support. He couldn’t afford to offend Jiang Yujiao now.

He softened his tone again.

“Yujiao, she didn’t say much. Once I return the money, it’ll all be settled between us.”

He paused, then added casually, “There won’t be anything left between me and her anymore.”

Hearing this, Jiang Yujiao finally relaxed a little.

But somewhere deep in her chest, a faint uneasiness still lingered—like something she couldn’t quite grasp slipping further out of her control.