"Ring, ring, ring!"
A sudden urgent ringing of the telephone interrupted the heavy silence.
"Excuse me, I need to take this call."
Zhao Yimeng answered the call, "Hello, this is Zhao Yimeng."
Kangle originally thought it was just an ordinary call, but in a moment, Zhao Yimeng's face turned as cold as ice.
"Wang Wenxi's mother is in the hospital? The hospital won't admit her because they can't pay the admission fee?"
"Alright, I understand. Thank you."
After hanging up, Zhao Yimeng turned to his secretary and instructed:
"Get in touch with them on my behalf and make sure the old lady gets the best care available!"
"Oh, and while you're at it, find out how their only remaining son is doing recently."
"Yes!"
After the secretary left, Kangle couldn't help but ask, "Commander, only remaining... what does that mean?"
Zhao Yimeng sighed deeply and said:
