"You blocked all the channels for selling hearts, didn't you?" Zhuo Yi deliberately cried out.
"Can't you open them up?" Si Ye gave him an idiot's look and headed for the door.
"No way, you call me here to drink, just to have me help you find a suitable heart. Hey, you haven't even had a drink with me yet."
He finally understood; in Si Ye's eyes, he was not a friend, but a servant summoned and dismissed at will.
Zhuo Yi's heart was weeping...
As he opened the door, Si Ye stopped and looked back, "Get this done, then I'll drink with you."
Zhuo Yi: "..."
He really was a servant.
On the third day after the advertisement was released, someone from B City in another province got in touch with Chen Zhi, saying they had a suitable heart that could be donated to her mother.
When Chen Zhi received the news, she was overwhelmed with excitement.
