Kong Lu asked uneasily, "But I'm sick. What can I do?"
Old Madam Kong scolded, "Hasn't that vixen in the capital send you for treatment? What's the point of her having so much money? I already know that she's not a good person! You're sick and she still doesn't render help! Tell me, what kind of scourge did you marry!"
"Does that mean you aren't giving me the money even though I'm sick?" Kong Lu asked in disbelief.
Very quickly, the person on the other end put down the phone without a word. Kong Lu looked at the phone receiver in his hand and smiled bitterly. Initially, he only thought that his mother was overly concerned about his younger siblings because they were all young and needed someone to take care of them. As the eldest brother, he should help them more. He had never felt that Old Madam Kong was biased.
From the looks of it now, even if he died of illness in the capital, she would not come over to take a look.
