Before she could ask, her father's voice came through again, "Qing Qian, you have to find a way to save your father. I don't want to die. I owe a million yuan in debt..."
A million?
It was like a bolt from the blue. She couldn't dodge it, and it struck her forcefully.
At this moment, she felt as if she was plunging into an abyss, the black bottomless pit engulfing her, never to see a ray of light again.
"Dad, I'm coming over right now!" She forced herself to stay calm.
She hung up and was about to find Mrs. Li when Mrs. Li, holding a bottle of alcohol and some bandages, looked at Xia Qingqian reluctantly, "I don't know what's so special about you, but Young Master Yao is willing to let you go." If it weren't for Beitang Yao saying, "Clean her wounds," Mrs. Li would have kicked her out long ago.
"Nanny Li, sorry, I have something to do. I can't work tonight." She didn't even change her clothes or care about her wounds and ran out of the private room.
