"Okay."
Jian Wan smiled and walked away.
She hadn't reached the elevator when her body went limp.
Aunt Yang quickly caught her, asking in a low voice, "Madam, are you okay?"
"I'm fine." Jian Wan trembled as she took out a few pills from her bag and swallowed them, soon regaining her strength.
She looked around, relieved that no one had noticed.
"Aunt Yang, let's get back to the hospital quickly, without alarming anyone."
"Yes."
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Qiao Yonghui returned to his rented apartment, flopped onto the sofa with exhaustion, but he was utterly sleepless.
He had nothing left now.
His wife, mistress, both daughters... they had all abandoned him.
All his possessions, aside from the ten thousand in cash Jian Xi had given him, were just a little change.
Too pathetic!
He couldn't even afford to splurge at a clubhouse for one night with all of it combined. So he could do nothing but lie there in a bad mood, without even the privilege to vent.
