He had previously volunteered, asking Tang Zhixian if she needed a lawyer, apparently wanting to help her.
Tang Zhiluo was surprised, "Is that Fu Junshen who came to our house for dinner that day?"
"Yes, that's him." Mo Xun nodded.
Why are all his friends so impressive?
All are professions ordinary people hardly come into contact with.
And all are rich second generations.
Tang Zhiluo thought for a moment, "If we need to, can we consult him later?"
"Of course." Mo Xun agreed, "Whatever you need, just tell me, and I will relay it for you."
"Alright."
As they spoke, they arrived at the hospital.
Tang Zhiluo got out of the car and asked Mo Xun, "Are you going to the company now?"
"Yes." Mo Xun nodded, "I'll come to see you tonight."
"Okay."
Tang Zhiluo waved goodbye to him and carried the soup into the hospital.
Pushing open the ward door, her sister was awake, lying on the hospital bed receiving an IV, her whole face pale without a trace of color.
Her stomach was flat.