He really felt like crying. How could he have possibly imagined that he would be diagnosed with stomach cancer? The more he thought about it, the more afraid he became, the more he felt that what Su Han had said was true.
All the symptoms matched perfectly!
Thinking about what Su Han called an "untimely demise," Yue Zhihong's eyes reddened with emotion.
He was still young, with endless possibilities ahead. Especially since he had just begun rising to fame in the industry, gaining a modest reputation, and there were so many fledgling stars he hadn't yet had his way with...
"Please, save me, save me!" Yue Zhihong pleaded urgently. "I can afford any amount, just save me!"
Su Han remained calm, glancing at Yue Zhihong and seeing his state, he knew he had completely guessed the symptoms correctly, convincing Yue Zhihong beyond doubt.
He turned his head to look at Xiao Xuemei, and said indifferently, "How much did you spend to invite Director Yue to film the commercial?"
