When Gao Rong heard this, he respectfully pushed open the door and brought Mo Zhu to a wooden bed in the room.
Mo Zhu looked up and saw an old man who looked over in his fifties lying on the small bed in front of her.
The old man's face was pale, and his lips were slightly swollen, as if he didn't have much time left.
He raised his hand and signaled Gao Rong to leave. The old man coughed twice and said to Mo Zhu, "I'm not feeling well and can't pick Ms. Mo up personally. Please forgive me."
After settling Mo Zhu on the chair by the bed, Gao Rong gently left the room and closed the door.
After Gao Rong left, Mo Zhu glanced at Gao Qing, who was weak on the bed, and said indifferently, "I'm afraid you don't have many days left with this body of yours."
When Gao Qing heard this, he smiled lightly and propped himself up with his elbows. "About a month."
