Lin Zhiyi took out her phone and snapped photos of Liu He, taking more than a dozen just of the palm print on her face.
Liu He, somewhat scared, said, "Zhiyi, what are you doing?"
"Mom, avoiding the problem isn't the solution, I must solve this from the root. Wait for my news at the hospital, and don't give that man any more money," Lin Zhiyi instructed.
"Okay."
Liu He, already frightened and pale, just nodded continuously.
After calming Liu He and putting her to sleep, Lin Zhiyi turned and left the hospital room.
Standing in the corridor, she took a deep breath and dialed Wen Qing's number.
The phone rang three times before connecting, as if Wen Qing knew she would call.
"Who is this?"
Wen Qing's voice carried a condescending superiority.
But she indeed had the credentials.
Clenching her fist, Lin Zhiyi did her best to remain calm, "President Wen, I'm Lin Zhiyi. Could we meet in person?"