"No need, the doctor said mental resilience is particularly important. We're already in preliminary treatment, but we can't let my dad know. Otherwise, with his mental resilience, he'd break down."
"Okay, I'll consider what you said."
"Thank you, cousin." Jian Tong politely hung up the phone.
Jian Xi tapped the table with her fingers, seriously contemplating whether to lend them money or not.
Lately, she's becoming more and more soft-hearted, thinking about Jian Qing having cancer makes her feel uneasy.
Twenty million isn't too much for her either...
Just as Jian Xi was wavering, a multimedia message came in, sent by Qiao Yonghui.
In the photo, Jian Tong was talking triumphantly with Jian Qing and Dong Shaolan, and upon checking the timestamp, it was just now!
Jian Tong deceived her?
Damn!
Jian Xi slammed the desk with her palm, her face full of anger. The thing she hates most in this life is deceit!
Wang Juan, hearing the noise, hurried in, "Director Jian?"
