On the other side, Jia Rong also said happily, "That's right, Qingqing. You still had a plan to get the netizens to donate. You gathered 300,000 yuan in one go, faster than taking money from Lin Yin. Our Qingqing is so capable."
Hearing her parents' approval, Jia Qing felt like she had become taller.
The corners of Jia Qing's lips curled up slightly. "This is nothing. Those netizens are stupid and rich. What's the big deal about giving us some? When I find someone to push the popularity up, there will be even more people donating money. At that time, it won't be 300,000 yuan, it might be a million yuan."
When they heard a million yuan, Jia Rong and Chang Hao's eyes lit up.
"Dad, did the doctor arrange when the surgery will be done? I'll be more at ease if the surgery is done earlier," Jia Qing asked her father, who was lying on the bed.
