The middle-aged man's lips quivered and he squirmed. "I'm not afraid of being poor, but my wife and parents are seriously ill. My child is in school and I have been fired. There's really no way to survive."
He is not afraid of poverty, he is not afraid of hardship, but he is afraid of the darkness in front of him.
"I can arrange for your wife to go to the hospital for treatment. I'll pay for the medical expenses."
The middle-aged man was stunned. After regaining his senses, he said, "I don't believe it. You just want to trick me down. Everything you're saying now is a lie!"
Gu Wan'an's expression remained calm. She took out her phone and dialed Gong Mingye's number.
One minute.
Two minutes passed.
Three minutes…
Finally, Gong Mingye picked up.
"Hey, Gong Mingye, are you busy now?"
"In a meeting. What's the matter?" Gong Mingye's cold and low rang out.