"Xiaoyu, I'm your brother, and I still have to sign the consent form for your surgery. I know you long for sight, but the eyes are no small matter. All these years, there has been no cure, how could Lu Mian possibly find a solution? Let's just be honest and remove the eyeball; I don't have to worry about you anymore..."
As Fu Yao was persuading him, his wife Weng Xia walked out.
"Lu Mian's call? Is she still with that rich playboy?"
Fu Yu didn't respond to her.
Weng Xia sighed quietly and then took out something from her pocket, "This surgery is going to cost a lot, right? I've gone through our bank book and cash at home, and this is all we have."
She laid five hundred yuan on the table with a reluctant air.
Fu Yao glared at his wife, "Didn't I tell you to prepare the money for the surgery?"
"We still need money for daily expenses at home, your son and your daughter are in school, they all cost money..." Weng Xia retorted.
