Before the thirty-year-old birthday candles were blown out, the notice of my mother's critical illness was smashed down.
In the old-fashioned apartment in the west of the city, the mobile phone buzzed and vibrated on the wooden coffee table.
"I know, your mother's disease will cost a lot of money..." The stepmother's voice was mixed with the sound of mahjong, "The family's money has been tied up, why don't you try with Mr. Pei?"
Pei Yan.
The mysterious investor who had been blurred in the financial news was standing outside the ward at the moment.
His well-tailored suit embodies a fierce aura, and his watch reflects the cold light: "Miss Shen is very lucky to me, why don't we get married?"
I stared at his cufflinks with a cold metallic color: "Mr. Pei, aren't you afraid that I'm a bad guy?"
He suddenly leaned forward and approached, the scent of cedar filling his breath: "What you swept away happened to be the garbage I wanted to throw away the most."
