The phone rang again while Ji Ziming was leaning against his woman.
"Ziming, Ziming." Pei Ge repeatedly shook the man, but he did not respond. She, thus, picked up the phone on the counter.
"Hello?"
"Sir, I just finished checking his daughter's hospital records. She just completed a heart bypass surgery last month, and the cost of the surgery was 4 million yuan. The nursing fees, plus other miscellaneous fees, following the surgery all add up to a large amount, and she is still in a critical condition. All the amount exceeds 7 million yuan. Should I continue investigating and tell you his daughter's ward number?"
"What are you investigating?" She was at a complete loss on what the person on the other end meant.
"Madam?"
The person was clearly taken aback, not having expected someone else to answer the call.
