Wang Xueru had gone out to buy fruit, leaving only a troubled Liu Zhaoxia and her daughter Wang Bingru in the hospital room.
Suddenly, Wang Bingru's phone rang. Subconsciously, she picked it up and glanced at it, then her somewhat weary beautiful eyes widened in shock.
"What's wrong?"
Noticing her daughter's unusual emotion, Liu Zhaoxia asked with puzzlement.
"Mr. Yang transferred a sum of money to me."
Wang Bingru was not one to lie; she told the truth.
"How much?"
Liu Zhaoxia had thought that it was just some condolatory money transferred by her daughter's boss, so she didn't take it very seriously.
"One million!"
"How much???"
This time Liu Zhaoxia couldn't stay calm anymore; she thought she had heard wrong.
"Indeed, one million."
Wang Bingru had counted twice before handing the phone to her mother.
"This..."
"That's too much!"
Liu Zhaoxia was completely stunned; she had never seen so much money in her life.