"Hello."
Ji Ziming frowned and then rushed out of the conference room to pick up the call.
"Boss, I've uncovered what Pei Ge's mother was diagnosed with." A rough voice came through the phone.
"What is it?" He inexplicably thought of that woman's crying face and felt worried.
"It is…" the man paused for a while before reporting, "gastric cancer."
He was stunned when he heard this.
"Gastric cancer?" he asked with uncertainty.
"Yes, gastric cancer, but it's still at the mid-stage from what I heard, so as long as her family has the money, there is still a chance of full recovery."
His initially creased forehead relaxed in that instant.
"Mhm-kay," he acknowledged, his expression turning cold once more.
"Unfortunately, Miss Pei doesn't seem to have sufficient money for the surgery. She's been calling the same number a few times today but to no avail," his subordinate posited.
