Chapter 332: Chapter 332 She Must Go Back_1
Jian Yufei’s eyes welled up with tears, her throat felt like it was being blocked by something, making her extremely uncomfortable.
“Is that you, Yufei?”
“Mum, it’s me.”
“Yufei, where have you been! Don’t you know your mum has been worried sick about you? I don’t want to live anymore. You ran away from home without a word, now your uncle has been arrested, the hotel is sealed up, and I... Oh, Yufei, where are you? Please come back soon, I need you right now, please hurry back!”
Listening to her mother’s sorrowful cries, Jian Yufei couldn’t help but shed tears.
She tried her best to open her eyes wide, trying not to cry out loud, “Mum, how are you now? I saw on TV that you’ve been hospitalised. Are you feeling unwell?”
If it was merely fainting, why would she continuously stay in the hospital without leaving.
“... Mum is fine, just feeling a bit unwell. Yufei, when are you coming back? Mum can’t take care of Xiaohao right now, could you come back soon? It’d be better if our family could take care of each other.” Wang Daizhen dodged the crucial point, and Jian Yufei could tell that she was hiding something.
Her heart became more and more anxious, “Mum, don’t lie to me. What’s really wrong with you? Is it because something is seriously wrong with your health?”
It was only after her repeated probing that Wang Daizhen reluctantly confessed, “I’ve been diagnosed with a tumour in my body. It may already be in the late stages...”
The other Harleys also came to a stylish stop, as if performing stunts, showcasing impeccable riding skills.
The man leading them took off his helmet, revealing a handsome youthful face.
His hair stood sharply upwards, his narrow eyes gave her a sinister look, and the corner of his mouth hooked into a slightly wicked smile.
He dismounted, his tight leather pants outlining his fit and sturdy legs.
His black leather jacket was open, with a skull pendant on a silver chain around his neck, a diamond earring on his left ear that glowed brightly even in the daylight.
He held his helmet with one hand and stepped forward slightly, a pair of shiny black boots stopped in front of her.
“What’s your name?” the man looked at her curiously, tilting his head up towards her and asked with a roguish air.
Jian Yufei glanced at him lightly, withdrew her gaze, completely ignored him, and carried on walking forward.
“Stop, Gong Er is asking you a question, who gave you permission to walk away!” a man behind her called after her sternly.
Jian Yufei knew that they were a bunch of hooligans, possibly influential ones.