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2,500? It was still five hundred years away, but five hundred was still enough to make up for it. Xiang Tingxue only had ten minutes, so she did not have the time to go around to the other shops and compare the price, answering in one go, "Give me two thousand and five hundred and I will sell my hair to you. It's been twelve years and it's not easy to save it. "Think about it now. In this day and age, you can't earn more than two thousand dollars just by doing something."

The male owner hesitated for a while, but seeing that Xiang Tingxue was also not willing to part with him, he made an exception and agreed.

The money arrived in a minute. Xiang Tingxue, who had received the money, sat on the hairdresser's chair and handed the long hair that she had kept for twelve years to the stylist.

The scissors quickly fell down, and strands of long hair separated. As Xiang Tingxue watched, her heart started to ache even more, and tears started to flow from her eyes.

, just you wait, you will have to endure the pain of losing your hair. Xiang Tingxue closed her eyes, gritted her teeth hard, clenched her fists, and swore to herself.

The stylist's hands were quick. In the blink of an eye, she had already cut off a head of long hair and passed it to the owner. Then, she quickly cut off Xiang Tingxue's hair as if she was cutting grass.

was anxiously urging the hairstylist to move even faster, when Doctor Li's phone call came in right on time: "Miss Yu, it's already 12, where's your money? Where's the money? If you don't have any money, then come over early and pack up your things. Don't make so many excuses to delay me getting off work. "

It was just 12 o'clock, just 12 o'clock. Was there really any need to …

Xiang Tingxue really wanted to curse. She suppressed the anger in her heart and lied in a low voice: "Money, I just turned around. I need time to transfer funds. I, Tan Jingjing, do not guarantee anything else, that I will keep my word. If I say that I will transfer the money today, the hospital will definitely receive the money I transferred in today. "

The other end of the phone went silent for two seconds, then Doctor Li's voice came again: "Tan Jingjing, you better not play any tricks with me, I'll wait for another half an hour. If you don't pay me back after half an hour, don't blame me for being rude. "However …" His voice softened as he said in a bewitching tone, "If you agree to my request …"

Xiang Tingxue could not bear to listen any longer, so she interrupted her with a stern voice: "There is no 'if', and there is no 'if'. You will definitely receive the money today."

Doctor Li's voice could be said to be gnashing his teeth in anger, "You brought this upon yourself. Don't say that I didn't give you the chance."

Scum!

Xiang Tingxue angrily cut off Doctor Li's call, then quickly covered her phone and called Mi Li softly. "Girl, did you wake up?

Mi Li's voice was lazy, as though she had not woken up yet. "Why are you in such a hurry to save me?"

"Hurry up and get up. Lend me five hundred yuan, hurry up …"

"I say, Xiang Tingxue, how much money do you want to earn for your dowry? You are always busy making money, not only did you not even manage to pay your tuition fees when school started, you actually came to borrow money from a prodigal son like me." After Mi Li finished speaking, she suddenly woke up from her stupor. "Did something happen to you again?"

Glancing in the mirror, Xiang Tingxue saw that the hairstylist was still focused on cracking her hair. Xiang Tingxue said softly: "It's not convenient to talk about it now, if you don't have it, then hurry up.