Past eleven at night, Pan Jichuan, whose facial injuries hadn't completely faded, returned to his home in Furong Garden, one of the residential areas for the Affiliated Hospital's staff.
Relying on the dim glow of the nightlight, Pan Jichuan hung his coat in the entryway and changed his shoes. As he stepped into the living room, he noticed the study light was still on.
He hesitated repeatedly before finally raising his hand to rap lightly on the study door and push it open.
"Dad..."
Pan Jichuan met his father's gaze. Pan Shijin sat behind the desk, a man with sharp eyebrows and bright eyes. Pan Jichuan called out softly and took two steps forward, stopping in front of the desk.
"Dad, I need some money!"
Pan Shijin shifted his gaze to a few documents on the desk and replied casually, "Ask your mom for it tomorrow morning."
"Dad, I need quite a lot this time!"
Pan Shijin looked up again and asked, "How much? What do you need it for?"
"Give me a hundred thousand for now."
