Madame Liang, with a pounding heart, asked, "Liang Chen, even though the medicine isn't worth much, it is indeed rare. I am the only one in the world who still has a box of it. It's precious to me. Who are you giving it to? You should at least tell me."
Liang Chen thought about it, and decided to use Cong Rong as a shield.
When Madame Liang heard Cong Rong's name, her heart sank even more.
Childhood sweethearts... Cong Rong and Chen have grown up together. When they were small, they often slept in the same bed. Later on, when Chen came back to Jiangshan City from Beijing, Rong also followed... Such signs...
Madame Liang could not sit still for a moment, she picked up the cordless phone next to her, saying, "I'll ask Rong," and dialed Cong Rong's number.
Liang Chen lifted his hand with a slight headache and rubbed his forehead. Just as he wanted to stop Madame Liang, Cong Rong on the other end, who was playing with his phone, picked up the call instantly.
