Throughout the afternoon, the six gods of Anqin had no owner and had no intention of working.

She locked herself in the office and called An Chen's mobile phone again and again, but no one answered.

She called his secretary, who said that An Chen did not go to the company today and was resting at home. She called home again, it was the housekeeper Tian Bo who answered the phone, An Chen was in the living room at the time, but refused to answer.

An Chen's intentions are very clear, if she wants to talk about Wu's mother's surgery, she has to show sincerity.

An Qin didn't want to negotiate with An Chen head-on, and the stupid people knew what medicine An Chen's gourd was selling.

However, if you don't go to him, what will happen to Wu's mother's surgery?

She used the calculation again and again how long the advance of 180,000 could last, thinking that the longer the time that the dean said, the lower the chance of success of the operation.

She has lost her father, and now her mother is still lying unconscious on the hospital bed, and she doesn't want to watch her other relative, Wu's mother, be killed by the disease.

It's as if all the suffering happened in this year.

The great pain and stress made An Qin breathless, she often hoped that it was just a nightmare, and when she woke up, it would disappear, but she waited and waited, and the dream was not over after all.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, Song Xueyan called her, and it was not difficult to hear exhaustion and endless anxiety in her voice.

"My mother is going to have surgery tomorrow, and the hospital told me to prepare the surgery fee, isn't there enough money to raise? Why haven't I transferred to the hospital's account yet? ”

"Don't worry," An Qin covered his cold forehead and comforted the anxious Song Xueyan. "After all, it's not a small amount of money, the website continues to go through some procedures, and the operation will be performed tomorrow afternoon, and it should arrive tomorrow morning."

"Is that so?" Song Xueyan paused, "I went to the attending doctor in the morning and saw that two people were verifying the medical records with him...... I asked the doctor what was going on, and he said it was nothing, but the look in his eyes was wrong. ”

"The doctors said it's okay, don't worry about it, you take care of Mother Wu, don't worry about the operation fee."

"......" Song Xueyan seemed to want to say something, but finally gave up and shut up.

After hanging up the phone, An Qin's whole person was like a deflated balloon, lying on the desk.

"What's wrong?" The door of the office was suddenly pushed open, and Leng Yue's voice rang out.

An Qin snorted, sat up straight, and smiled at Leng Yue, who came over with a bouquet of flowers in her hand.

"No, I'm just thinking about the designs, and the fashion for the concert is still quite challenging."

"There's still time, take your time." Leng Yue put the flowers on the table in front of An Qin. "I'm going to the florist to choose one for you, congratulations!"

"Huh?"

"Didn't your collection of fashion come out yesterday? The sales are gratifying, very popular, and the demand has exceeded supply, not to mention the counters and specialty stores, the flagship official on the Internet has accumulated hundreds of thousands of pre-orders, and I heard that a certain treasure has already appeared pirated goods. ”

The company makes money, and Leng Yue is in a very good mood.

She pinched An Qin's little face lovingly: "Tut, you are much more powerful than when I first set foot in the market, and you are terrible in the future." ”

"Hey, how nice it would be if this flower could be turned into cash." The works are loved by the majority of consumers, which is the greatest affirmation of Anqin. She's happy, but that doesn't solve the problem she's facing.

"Ha, the little girl really fell into the eyes of money." Leng Yue shook her head. "I know you need money, but don't think I don't know you raised money for the surgery on the website, obviously the problem has been solved."

An Qin had words of suffering, so he could only smile.