The husband's voice made Lin Qiao incredibly tense.
She cast an apologetic glance at Zhang Xiaoshan and then carefully retreated back to the bedroom.
Looking at her husband on the bed, Lin Qiao spoke with an unnatural expression.
"It's just a colleague of mine, he'll be leaving soon."
Upon hearing his wife's words, the man struggled to speak again.
"Is that really true?"
Clearly, the man had sensed something.
Seeing the painful look in her husband's eyes, Lin Qiao sighed and confessed:
"He's a distinguished guest of the boss of Su's Chain Hotel."
"The boss promised me that if I accompany him for one night, I'd get a million-dollar-a-year general manager's position."
"Your medication has already been stopped for half a month."
"Without treatment soon, you won't be able to hold on."
"Our community is set to be demolished by next week at the latest."
"I have no other choice; I can't watch you die from illness, nor can I let our daughter end up homeless."
