Qianxue took it, and, seeing the four large characters for Tang Group on the business card, she realized the familiar middle-aged man was Tang Wanxin's father.
So, the person currently in the operating room was Tang Wanxin?
"Miss, please give me an answer. We're running out of time, and if you're not willing, I must think of another plan," Tang Beixiang was already tapping his foot impatiently, constantly checking his watch. His golden son-in-law, ah, he couldn't afford the slightest mistake.
"Okay," Qianxue steeled her heart and nodded firmly. Although Tang Wanxin was her sworn enemy and had drugged her in the bar last time, this time, for the sake of that two hundred thousand, she decided to take the plunge once again.
