When faced with a matter of life and death, none of this seems significant.
Especially since that person is her half-brother, blood-related.
But what she didn't expect was that this very sum of money turned her into Zhang Qian's puppet.
Afterwards, her mother still never contacted her, and whenever she called, within three sentences she invariably brought up money.
She had never asked even once, He Tang, are you doing well alone in the country?
She never cared, her heart contained only that brother.
He Tang numbly answered her calls time after time, and sent money over time after time.
Her mother never asked, and she never said.
Anyway, one person's suffering is enough for one person to endure, why worry her mother too?
Even though she fulfilled her duties as a daughter and a sister.
Yet, she never received the same concern in return.
He Tang stared at Cui Lianyu, whose figure had slightly rounded.
