Li Jiacheng's face turned ugly when he heard this. Nangong Xingwen's situation seemed to be a little worse than he thought. After all, they were friends. If this person really died because of illness, then...hey
...Just like me, I have been struggling in the mall my whole life, but in the end I am still sick? What if it wasn't...
Thinking of this, Li Jiacheng suddenly had a flash of inspiration and subconsciously looked towards Zhuo Yifan.
Zhuo Yifan was also paying attention to the conversation of several people. When he saw Li Ka-shing looking at him, he immediately understood what he was thinking. Li Jiacheng had the most say in how much he weighed. Li Jiacheng wanted to give his old man
When a friend treats a disease, the best way is to take action yourself.
Li Jiacheng's look naturally could not escape Nangong Aoyue's eyes. She looked at Zhuo Yifan with a slightly surprised look. Suddenly she remembered what Zhuo Yifan said last night, which made her
His heart couldn't help but move. Is this Zhuo Yifan really capable of curing his father's disease?
"Uncle, Miss Nangong." Zhuo Yifan simply walked over and said hello to the two of them.
"Xiaofan..." Li Jiacheng was about to speak, but was directly interrupted by Zhuo Yifan.
"Uncle, needless to say, Miss Nangong and I already met last night, and we also learned about Uncle Nangong's condition. If Miss Nangong is in need, I will naturally try my best to help!" Zhuo Yifan promised straightforwardly.
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"This is not trying to help. I think as long as you are willing, Nangong Xingwen can not only save his life, but also live for a few more decades." Li Jiacheng heard this and couldn't help but shook his head with a wry smile.
Listening to the conversation between the two, a look of surprise flashed across Nangong Aoyue's face. Li Jiacheng's words shocked her. He seemed to trust and respect Zhuo Yifan very much.
"Then it depends on Miss Nangong." Zhuo Yifan turned his head and looked at Nangong Aoyue with a smile.
Nangong Aoyue asked with a surprised look on her face: "Master Zhuo, can you really cure my father's condition?"
"That's right. I just don't know if Miss Nangong trusts me?" Zhuo Yifan asked with a sure nod.
If Nangong Aoyue heard Zhuo Yifan's words last night and felt that they were a bit unreliable, then adding Li Jiacheng's words today would be enough to shake her belief. Could it be that the man in front of her is only in her twenties?
Can this young man really cure his father's illness?
"Of course I believe you. Is Mr. Zhuo really willing to help me?" Nangong Aoyue hesitated for a moment, then bit her teeth and asked. She looked at Zhuo Yifan with a little uncertainty in her eyes.
She had some expectations. This was a very contradictory mentality. Because she didn't know how capable Zhuo Yifan was, and she felt a little unbelievable that this young man could cure her father.
"Of course. I said that if Miss Nangong needs it, I will be happy to help!" Zhuo Yifan smiled and nodded.
"Then when will Mr. Zhuo have time to come back to Hong Kong with me?" Nangong Aoyue hesitated for a moment, then asked.
"I will go back to Hong Kong with you after I send Brother Li and the others to their new house in a while." Zhuo Yifan thought for a while and then made a decision.
"Going in a moment? What about tomorrow's business salon?" Nangong Aoyue was stunned when she heard this. She didn't expect Zhuo Yifan to decide at this time. You know that tomorrow is the day when the business salon will be held. Isn't he afraid of delaying the business?