"Miss Ye?" Qiao Yu's voice on the other end of the call sounded a bit disdainful.
"It's me."
"Sorry, I'm a bit busy right now and don't have the time..."
Ye Qingxin interrupted at the right moment, "Miss Qiao, I've always thought you were a smart person. Why bother about the identity of an ally when trying to be successful? Even if I'm just a prostitute, as long as I'm valuable to you, cooperating once would be harmless."
"Alright, speak up, no need for unnecessary words, I don't have much time."
Ye Qingxin chuckled, "Xiao Jinghuai's mother is ill, suffering from dementia. I think as long as Miss Qiao is smart, you will surely seize this opportunity, right?"
"..." There was silence for a while, then a voice unusually excited, "Are you—are you serious?"
"If Miss Qiao doesn't believe me, you can personally go to the First People's Hospital and see. I think the lady would very much like to meet you too."
