"Even if you find yourself a rich man, whether he's willing to pay for your mom's chemotherapy is another matter," Director Zhao glanced at Bai Ya and sighed, "Bai Ya, I know you're a dutiful child. But my patience is limited. If you don't make a decision soon, I'm afraid even I won't be able to help you. So, you must take good care of yourself."
"I, I understand."
With a nod as faint as a mosquito's buzz, Bai Ya didn't linger after responding to Director Zhao and promptly took her leave.
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Jiangdong City, an old residential complex.
Since graduating from university, Bai Ya, who had been renting here with her mother, parked and locked her car. Carrying the eggs she had grudgingly purchased and the medicine she got from the hospital for her mother, she breathlessly climbed up to the top floor, the seventh floor.