...
Zhou Xiaobo got the money, and finally managed to smile.
He proactively called Yu Jingchen. "Are you the director of the care center? Can I ask you to come to the hospital?"
Yu Jingchen had just finished his dinner when he received this call.
He asked coldly, "What do you need?"
Zhou Xiaobo's voice was melancholy. "I might be dying, but there are many things I haven't done for my mother and daughter. I need someone to help me. I hope you can help, but don't worry, these things absolutely won't be too difficult for you."
Yu Jingchen pressed his lips together, and after a while said, "Wait for me, I'll be over shortly."
"Thank you."
Yu Jingchen hung up the phone and was about to leave.
An Ning asked nervously, "Uncle, where are you going now?"
"Some things to take care of..."
"I'll go with you!"
"Work!" he left behind these two words.
"Working this late?" She was incredulous.
