"..." Hearing this, Jing Yiren looked puzzled, waiting for the driver to continue.
The driver sighed.
"Mr. Lu has been very busy with the company lately. Since Miss Xue was hospitalized last time, she has been crying and making a fuss, even resorting to threats of suicide. Mr. Lu doesn't want to deal with her, but who wouldn't be annoyed by such behavior? I heard Miss Xue got a diagnosis that her illness is severe. She might not live for many more years!"
Jing Yiren was stunned, blinking her eyes, repeating the driver's words, "Not live for many more years?"
"Yes!" the driver nodded.
"Great!" Jing Yiren was so happy that she instantly felt relaxed and leaned lazily on the back seat.
"..." The driver was left speechless and sweating profusely! No matter how bad someone is, isn't it a bit too much to be this happy about their impending death?
Was Miss Jing too blunt? Couldn't she hide her feelings a bit?
Jing Yiren then asked, "What should one bring when visiting a patient?"
