The woman's face was wretched with sorrow, tears clinging to her lashes, ready to fall at any moment.
How could Song Yansheng not know what the woman was thinking? He spoke again, mildly, saying, "I can cover the cost of your mother's surgery when she is admitted, and not only that, I can take full responsibility for all her follow-up treatment and convalescent expenses. But in return, I want one honest answer from you."
When the woman heard this, she dropped to her knees with a "thud—" and her tears poured down in torrents…
The wind that night was especially cold. Ji Xiangling stood at the window looking out, and when her gaze fell on the snow that still hadn't melted, her heart sank again and again.
A car drove into the villa. Ji Xiangling's eyes flickered and she hurriedly ran downstairs.
After waiting in the living room for a while, she saw Ji Yunjin come in, wearing a fur coat, her brows tightly knotted.
