Wu Tian looked at Mr. Zhao. "Uncle Zhao, I came to tell you about this."
She took out her phone and stared at Mr. Zhao.
He seemed to understand something.
"How much longer?"
"Five more minutes."
Five minutes later, the doctor left; the servants were chased out and the door was closed.
Zhao Lingling was covered with a thin blanket. Mr. and Mrs. Zhao sat on the sofa on the other side, while Wu Tian sat in the armchair in the middle.
"Tian'tian, what's going on? Please tell Auntie quickly."
Wu Tian glanced at Zhao Lingling. Zhao Lingling laid there in a daze and was not saying anything.
Then, Wu Tian looked at the two of them while holding her phone.
"Uncle, Auntie, this matter is certainly related to both of us, but it's not like what you heard. Lingling didn't steal anything, and I'm not an accomplice.
"The two of us are just…"
She paused.
"We were both deluded."
