Zhuang Nainai said hurriedly, "Wait…"
Ding Mengya spoke at a speed that was neither too fast nor too slow on the other end, "What is the matter?"
Zhuang Nainai bit her lips.
She was reminded of what Ding Mengya had said yesterday. $10,000,000…
That sum of money was of utmost urgency to her right now!
However, could she ask for it?
Zhuang Nainai clenched her fists repeatedly.
Mother Zhuang's sickness and Si Zhengting flashed across her mind one by one and her gaze dimmed.
At last, she said firmly, "Nothing."
After ending the call, her gaze was fixated in front.
Beijing's smog caused the entire sky to look gloomy. Likewise, she felt rather depressed.
However, at the moment, Zhuang Nainai's entire body was filled with fighting spirit.
Mother Zhuang's life was not in danger.
