In a coffee shop located five kilometers away from the city hospital, Qiao Haidong was sitting face-to-face with Madam Lu.
He had deliberately chosen a café quite far from the hospital to prevent Madam Lu from suspecting anything about Qiao Yin's pregnancy.
Madame Lu lacked the patience to beat around the bush with him: "Qiao Haidong, what news do you have exactly? Hurry up, I'm busy!"
"Madam Lu, the news I hold is definitely a hundred times more important than what's keeping you busy. However, you must first pay me an information fee for me to divulge it."
"Are you refusing a toast so you can really eat a forfeit?"
Madam Lu's face hardened: "If your news is truly essential, will I not pay for it? But you refuse to say anything and still expect me to pay; do you take me for a fool?"
Qiao Haidong hesitated for a moment and finally admitted, "It is news about Qiao Yin, very distressing, really."
