Upon hearing Fu Yu's mockery, Song Chuyi gradually got up from his chair. His refined face looked so somber and overcast like a rainy cloud that water might start dripping from it.
"Go and get ready for tomorrow's surgery. If the surgery is a success, the money you'll receive will be more than enough for you to use for a long time," Fu Yu said faintly as he turned around and walked out of the office.
Once he left, Song Chuyi immediately stripped his white overcoat and threw it onto the chair harshly.
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By the time he left the hospital, the sky had completely turned dark.
At the first instant he got home, he discovered that every corner of the house was brightly lit and there was a commotion coming from the kitchen intermittently.
