Song Jia never dealt with the company's affairs, nor did she understand them. She only knew to take the money given by Qiao Yonghui and indulge in eating, drinking, and playing, while posing as Madam Qiao to mix in high society.
What she was really concerned about now was the fate of Jian Wan.
Ever since Jian Wan regained consciousness, she had been unable to eat or sleep, and had lost quite a few pounds.
Jian Xi had colluded with the hospital, keeping Jian Wan under tight scrutiny, leaving her with no way to intervene.
Why hadn't Brother Liang made his move yet?
"Mom!"
Just then, Qiao Jiaying rushed in, panic-stricken, the bruises on her face still unhealed.
"Yingying, how did you get here?" Song Jia's face changed dramatically, and she scolded in a low voice, "Get back quickly, don't let your dad see you..."
"Mom, give me some money," Qiao Jiaying said.
"What do you want to buy?"
"Give me five million!" Qiao Jiaying said urgently.
