After He Mu Sheng left, the room was quiet for two seconds.
When Zhao Mei Lan had recovered from her dazed state, she clasped the bank book in her hands and counted eight zeros. She held in a long breath and asked in a trembling voice, "How much have you been hiding from me, Xiao Ming?"
Zhao Mei Lan found it inconceivable. All this money belonged to her son. If it belonged to her son, didn't it belong to her?
But He Cheng Ming didn't give her any hope and went over to press the bell, then said indifferently, "It has nothing to do with you." Zhao Mei Lan panicked and grabbed his hand. "You're my son. If it has nothing to do with me, then who does it concern?!"
Right then, the nurse knocked on the door and came in holding the medical record in her arms, then heard the young man beside the bed saying in a cold voice, "Ms. Zhao, I see that you're in good health. If you continue doing this, I won't have time to accompany you here."
