Meng Tan leaned against the wall, casting a downward glance at the man pleading before her.
How wretched he looked—tears and snot smeared over his hollowed, drug-worn face, his cracked lips revealing yellowed, decayed teeth.
Since entering the hospital, all he'd spoken of was money, never once mentioning his deceased wife—her mother.
In her ears echoed her mother's last words.
That woman, much like a burdened ox, had borne the family's weight for more than a decade. With her last breath, she had only one plea for Meng Tan:
"Take care of your brother. I beg you—don't abandon him."
Meng Tan straightened herself, expression cold, and spared not even a glance at the pitiful man groveling before her.
She approached Wei Zhou and tugged the corner of her lips, attempting to muster a faint smile.
Wei Zhou could tell this girl was trying to please him.
