C3

Tang Zhen held onto his phone with much difficulty and dialed the number he had just dialed: "Doctor Li, is there something that you need me to tell you over the phone? I... There's something I need to do, and I might not dare to go over. "

"Alright, let me tell you, the old man's condition isn't too good. The cancer has spread, and he is now in the advanced stages of lung cancer."

Tang Zhen felt a sweet taste in his throat. After a long while, she muttered in a dry voice, "How could this be? Didn't you say three years ago that it could be cured?"

Doctor Li was used to the separation of life and death, so his mood remained unchanged. "Nothing in medicine is 100% certain, and the cure may be to find a matching lung source. It was a miracle that your grandmother was able to survive without a lung transplant for three years. "

"Is there really no other way?" Tang Zhen's tears fell drop by drop as she tightly held onto her phone, almost in despair.

Doctor Li shook his head, "The cancer has already spread throughout your body, there's no use in doing anything. Miss Tang, you have already done your best, you should spend the rest of your time with the old man."

After hanging up, Tang Zhen buried his head in his knees and started crying.

What should I do? The only person who was good to her in this world was about to leave her. Even if she was wronged in the future, no one would touch her head and say, "Good little Zhe, grandmother loves you the most."

Tang Zhen cried enough, but she didn't dare to call her grandma. She was afraid that she would start crying again when she heard her grandma's voice, and even more afraid that she would ask what had happened.

Her acting was too lousy, and she couldn't hide her sadness at all.

Just then, the phone rang again. The person calling was Song Qiting.

"Where are you?" Without waiting for her to speak, Song Qiting asked impatiently.

"At home." Because Tang Zhen had just cried, her voice was filled with a thick nasal tone.

However, Song Qiting did not care about her at all, and coldly ordered: "Come to my company in an hour's time." After that, he did not give Tang Zhen any chance to refute his words and directly hung up.

Hearing the busy tone on the phone, Tang Zhen did not even have the strength to laugh bitterly. Everything she had tried so hard to get was in vain.

Calming himself down, Tang Zhen rushed over to Song Qiting's company while enduring the pain.

In the car, she had made up her face, but she couldn't hide the red rims of her crying eyes.

"Is there something urgent you need from me?" Tang Zhen pushed open the door and asked.

Song Qiting raised his head and swept his gaze across her, seeing her red and swollen eyes, he could not help but crease his eyebrows. He then taunted: "Tang Zhen, you are such a good acting, why are you acting so pitifully for me?"

"You're thinking too much. If you called me here just to mock me, then you've achieved your goal. Can I leave now?" After which, he turned around and prepared to leave.

"Halt!" Song Qiting's voice was mixed with anger, he hated Tang Zhen to the core for his nonchalant attitude.

"Is there anything else, Director Song?" Tang Zhen asked as he forcefully gathered his last bit of energy. All she wanted to do now was go back home and fall asleep. When she woke up, she realized that all of this was just a dream.

Song Qiting stood up, looked at Tang Zhen, and said slowly: "Yi Fei is back. Come with me to the airport to meet her."

Tang Zhen suddenly raised his head and looked at him, his eyes flashed a look of shock and fear.

Song Qiting was very satisfied with her expression, but the disgust in her eyes increased by a bit.

Tang Zhen resisted instinctively and frowned: "Why do you want me to go?"

"Isn't Yi Fei your best friend? "Why, don't you want to see her?" Song Qiting looked at Tang Zhen with a smile that was not a smile, and said with a cold tone: "Or do you mean that you are feeling guilty and do not dare to meet her?"