Fu Nancheng was silent, glancing at the surroundings of the house to understand that she probably couldn't even gather enough money for the surgery.
"Since you're not dead, why not go to Qiao Dehou?" Fu Nancheng asked again. After all, a year ago the Qiao family was not short of money. If they knew their daughter had been burned like this, Qiao Dehou would surely spend a fortune to hire the best doctors for her reconstructive surgery.
At this, Qiao Yun gave a bitter smile and said, "I've become like this. How could I go to see my father again? Besides, after the burns, I was in a coma for two years, and by the time I woke up, I had been lying in the hospital for another two years. Everything was already different. Moreover... I'm afraid my father wouldn't want me to appear again."
Fu Nancheng frowned, always feeling that things were not as simple as she said.
"What was it with that text message from back then?"
