Yaning and Li Dazhong were at a coffee shop near the hospital. When Feng Yiyue arrived, she saw a dejected Li Dazhong.
"Yi Yue."
Yaning held Feng Yiyue's hand and told Feng Yiyue what she knew about the situation so far.
"Now he needs 300,000 yuan to pay for the surgery, and he may need even greater expenses in the future. He said he has what you want. As long as you give him money to save his daughter, he will help you."
Yaning also knew that these hundreds of thousands were nothing to Feng Yiyue. Not only was Feng Yiyue rich, she also had an even richer husband.
But Li Dazhong is Song Yuanyuan's person after all. He was not a good person when he helped Song Yuanyuan make plans to deal with Feng Yiyue. Logically speaking, such a person really shouldn't help him.
But when she thought of the little girl she saw in the ward just now, weak and with tubes inserted all over her body, but her eyes were bright and full of hope of living, she felt a little unbearable.
"As far as I know, haven't you always been deeply in love with Song Yuanyuan? Why did you betray her for a little money?" Feng Yiyue sat down and went straight in, killing without sight.
Yaning pursed her lips and had to say that Feng Yiyue only kills people with a heart in mind.
Li Dazhong's face turned pale when he heard Feng Yiyue's words.
"How could you..."
"How do I know? You and Song Yuanyuan were classmates in college. As her top dog lover, your feelings for her are truly amazing. I never thought that you would take the initiative to betray her."
The more Feng Yiyue said these words, the more frightened Li Dazhong became.
He and Song Yuanyuan were university alumni, and only the two of them knew each other.
How did Feng Yiyue know so clearly?
"If you want three hundred thousand, it's not impossible for me to give it to you, but what can you give me in exchange for something worthwhile?" After a pause, Feng Yiyue continued.
Li Dazhong opened his mouth but did not speak.
Feng Yiyue glanced at Mu Qing, who took out a check from his bag.
Feng Yiyue put the check on the table: "Your attitude determines how much you can get from me."
Yaning cowered to one side like a quail. She felt honored by her sisters being so arrogant.
Feng Yiyue's index finger lightly clasped the table. To Li Dazhong, it felt like it was hitting his heart, making him struggle and pull.
Seeing Li Dazhong scratching his head and covering his face, Feng Yiyue couldn't help but sneer.
"Tsk... Li Dazhong, it's okay for you to pretend in front of Yaning. She simply can't tell, but I'm not Yaning. You know that I asked Yaning to come, and you also know that I gave you a chance.
By asking for a meeting, haven't you already made your choice? Why are you pretending?"
"You are not a gentleman to begin with, so why are you so pretentious like me at this juncture?"
"I'm not a philanthropist. There are lives and deaths every day in this world, but what does that have to do with me, don't you think?" Feng Yiyue stood up as she prepared to take back the check.
Li Dazhong pressed the corner of the check with quick eyes and hands, but Mu Qing had already twisted his arm.
As long as Mu Qing broke it down hard, Li Dazhong's arm was useless, and the pain made his already pale face look even more distorted.
Perhaps because he was worried about the cost of his daughter's surgery, his eyes were sunken and bulging, like a sad frog.
Yaning, who was unable to help, didn't know whether he should give a thumbs up to Feng Yiyue's negotiation skills or a thumbs up to Mu Qing's skill.
"I have a video of Song Yuanyuan going to bed with the person named Li from a/l, as well as a recording of their conversation. As long as you save my daughter, I will give you all of this!"
Li Dazhong's painful cold sweat kept pouring from his forehead.
