"You actually know my name?" Qiao Zhen asked, somewhat surprised.

"Hmm..." A hint of embarrassment flashed across Boss Zhou's face, and then he lowered his head.

Qiao Zhen stared at the hunched middle-aged man in front of her, unsure of what to say.

Before meeting her, she had imagined countless times what she would say, but when they actually met, she found herself suddenly at a loss for words.

If her father were still alive, he would be the same age and build as Mr. Zhou.

"Could you please reconstruct what happened back then?"

Seeing that Qiao Zhen didn't speak, Gu Xijue continued to speak to himself.

Upon hearing this, Mr. Zhou continued with an embarrassed expression: "At that time, my wife was diagnosed with leukemia and urgently needed money, so I worked day and night in the hope of quickly raising enough money for her surgery."

"But no matter how hard I work, the cost of the surgery is an astronomical figure that I just can't earn."

Thinking of this, Boss Zhou sniffed, looking somewhat embarrassed: "It was at that moment that Mr. Lu suddenly approached me and talked to me about this deal."

“I initially wanted to refuse, but my wife’s condition worsened the next day. The doctor said that if she didn’t have surgery soon, she might really…”

At this point, Mr. Zhou suddenly choked up and couldn't help but cover his face and cry.

Seeing his reaction, Qiao Zhen suppressed her anger and tried her best to keep her voice steady.

"So, just because of your wife's life, does my father's life have to be buried with her?"

To his surprise, Mr. Zhou looked astonished upon hearing this: "Your father?"