"..."
The man on the other end fell silent again, clearly struggling to control his breathing.
Luo Qiangwei frowned as she held her phone, uncertain of what he was planning to do. Seeing her reaction, Yan Chu across the table spoke up, "Weiwei, what's wrong?"
Before Luo Qiangwei could reply, Mo Shiche on the other end of the phone immediately said, "I'm not feeling well, come to the hospital now."
Her voice was flat as she responded, "If you're not feeling well, seek a doctor. I'm of no use, I don't know medicine."
"Doctors can't cure me."
"Oh, how unfortunate, then mourn accordingly."
He lowered his voice slightly, "Sheng Tang."
"President Mo, I sincerely don't want to argue with you," she tried to stay calm, "so don't make trouble out of nothing. If you're sick, see a doctor; if not, just behave normally. If you want a transaction, wait until I get back tonight. Let's not make things difficult for each other, okay?"