"Is that so? Then let me call Old Mr. Feng and ask him."
Kang Li looked indifferent. She took the phone book from the drawer under the coffee table, found the Feng family's landline number, picked up the receiver, and was about to dial.
Fang Su frowned tightly at this: "What are you going to ask?"
"Ask Old Mr. Feng if he has money to pay for your surgery, and if he has money to buy you nutritional supplements after your surgery."
Meeting Fang Su's gaze, Kang Li looked wholly innocent.
"Do you really have to make this call?"
Fang Su's face was as ugly as if she were constipated.
"I'm just doing a good deed—don't you want me to help you with this?"
Kang Li's eyes were clear, almost transparent, and exceedingly sincere. She said, "You've come all the way to see me and told me all about your difficulties. If I don't help you get the facts straight, and you miss your surgery because of it, that would be a huge loss for you."
"You..."
