The appearance of Jian Xi and Qiao Yonghui felt like the Cash Cow had moved from Jiangcheng to their home!
However, Jian Qing didn't dare to show it, groaning on the hospital bed.
"What's wrong?" Jian Xi asked.
Dong Shaolan, sobbing: "The cancer cells have spread, your uncle is done for..."
"Didn't you say it was mid-stage?" Jian Xi asked again.
"The recent stress might have worsened the condition..."
The implication in Dong Shaolan's words was quite clearly blaming Jian Xi for not lending money.
Qiao Yonghui glared at Dong Shaolan: "The stress is your own doing!"
"Yes, yes, it's our own doing. But if we had twenty million... it wouldn't have come to this," Dong Shaolan said.
Watching Jian Qing lying painfully on the hospital bed made Jian Xi feel awful.
She saw the shadow of Jian Wan in Jian Qing.
"Xiao Xi, we don't even have money for treatment now. Please help us!" Dong Shaolan pleaded.
This request, Jian Xi had no way to refuse.
