"I'm good, thank you, thank you!" Xi Ruoyu's father nodded nervously.
Actually, he wasn't clear about Qin Han's meaning and would wait to ask Zhang Yalin later to understand.
Feeling the ten thousand yuan in his pocket, Xi Ruoyu's father's nervous expression eased somewhat, and since it wasn't leukemia, this money should be enough!
Xi Ruoyu's father's small movements naturally couldn't escape Qin Han's eyes.
Looking at the person who was jittery like a startled cicada, Qin Han sighed again in his heart, uncertain where the man had borrowed the money from.
Sometimes, Qin Han would ponder a question that everyone considers: why in this world are the rich so wealthy, while the poor cannot even afford to fall ill?
Is it because they do not work hard?
Time slipped away quietly, and half an hour passed quickly. Just as Qin Han was about to fall asleep, Zhang Yalin's figure appeared in front of him and she whispered, "It's time."
