“Yalan! What's wrong?”
Her 37-year-old father, Shi Jun, steadied his breathing to calm himself, then quickly called the hospital.
“Hello, my home is at xxx...”
“No need to say more, Mr. Shi. I know everything.”
“My daughter, she...”
“I know.”
The voice on the other end was as cold and stern as a wall called Death, standing between countless people and their lives.
“Who are you...” Terror swept through the heart of the wealthy entrepreneur.
“There may be a chance to save her. Do you want to try?”
