"Then how much money do you have?"
"Not much, but enough to deal with some ordinary wealthy families."
Ma Chahua turned her head to Song Lingling, "Is that Zhang Hao from an ordinary wealthy family or not?"
Song Lingling was speechless; a wealthy family is a wealthy family, does it really need to be classified as ordinary or not ordinary?
A wealthy family isn't like a hospital room, which can be divided into standard and VIP luxury rooms...
Song Lingling gave Yijun a sidelong glance; the lie was getting bigger, it was time to stop.
"Grandma, you rest well here at the hospital. Lingling and I have some things to take care of, we'll come by to see you once we're done." Yijun acted like a dutiful grandson.
Ma Chahua nodded, "Go on, go on, you two take care of your business, don't let me, this old lady, hold you back."
