Ren Ying really didn't want to hear the word "death." Her son wasn't half-dead, her father was half-alive, and now her mother was like this as well. How was she supposed to cope? Was it possible that she, alone, had to take care of a child and two elderly people?
When Ren Ying called out "Mom," it silenced her mother completely. She shrank her neck and didn't dare to speak anymore.
"Mom, give me some money. Liangliang has run out of money for medical expenses."
Ren Ying reached out her hand to her mother. She had never been short of money. Of course, she had never been without a significant amount. Whenever she asked her mother for money, her mother was generous, giving her whatever she asked for.