Two days had passed when Mu Qingli finally received a call from the Qiao Family.
Actually, Chen Fan had hesitated for a long time before making the call to Mu Qingli.
After all, Mu Qingli was just a teenager.
But her son was at death's door...
Only one day remained until the three-day deadline.
She had to make a decision.
No matter whether this decision was right or wrong.
As a mother, she couldn't just watch her son inching closer to death.
Since no doctor could cure her son's illness anymore, why not...
Give it a try.
"Miss Mu, where do you live? I will send the driver to pick you up," Chen Fan's voice was very eager over the phone.
Mu Qingli's tone was indifferent, "Please have the driver come to Bicheng Villa, I will wait for him at Exit A."
"Alright, alright, we'll come right away," Chen Fan hurriedly hung up the phone.
