He said with a look of disapproval, "Sister, we've done everything we could to get him to the hospital. Let's talk about paying the bills when his children arrive."

They've already done more than enough; why should we have to spend that extra money unnecessarily?

Song Yuli smiled and shook her head at him: "Let's finish this good deed. Besides, your sister isn't short of money now."

Song Yuhao glared at her in dissatisfaction: "Even if you're rich, you can't act like this! Did your money grow on trees? Your money is clearly earned by your brother-in-law through hard work!"

Song Yuli pretended to hit him, but he dodged it. So, Song Yuli could only glare at him and say, "Song Yuhao, shut your mouth. If you say another word, I'll tear your mouth apart."

Seeing Song Yuli's fierce gaze, Song Yuhao wisely shut his mouth.

Song Yuli glanced at him and continued, "I'll go pay the bill. You stay here and watch over things. We'll go back when Grandpa An's family arrives."

After saying that, she turned and left without waiting for Song Yuhao to speak.

Song Yuhao stood there, stomping his foot unhappily. He wanted to chase after her to be with her, after all, there were so many people in the hospital, and if she got hurt, how would he explain it to his brother-in-law and parents? However, when he thought of what she had just said, Song Yuhao had no choice but to stop and sit at the door of the ward with a displeased expression.

This is what An Mujia saw when she arrived with her butler.

A boy sat outside the ward where An Shiquan was staying, looking unhappy.

Concerned about An Shiquan's health, An Mujia only glanced at him before preparing to push the door open and enter, but was stopped by Song Yuhao.

"Who are you? What do you want? What is your relationship with the people inside?"

Song Yuhao looked at them warily, sizing them up from head to toe.

Just as the butler was about to speak, An Mujia stopped him.

He looked at Song Yuhao and said, "The person lying inside is my father, and I am his son."

Upon hearing An Mujia's explanation, Song Yuhao's eyes immediately lit up.

Great! My son is here. I won't have wasted my money.

Thinking of this, he immediately stretched out his hand to An Mujia: "My sister just went to pay your medical bills, here's the money!"

Seeing Song Yuhao's self-righteousness, An Mujia couldn't help but twitch her lips.

"Uncle Huang, take the wallet and go with him to the payment hall."

The butler nodded and left with Song Yuhao.

Of course, before leaving, Song Yuhao confirmed An Mujia's identity once again.

Seeing that he did indeed look somewhat similar to An Shiquan, who was lying inside, he left with peace of mind.

After the person left, An Mujia pushed open the door and entered the ward, her face full of guilt.

...

Inside the payment hall.

Because she arrived late, Song Yuli was at the very back of the line, so Song Yuhao and Uncle Huang saw her as soon as they entered the hall.

"sister."

Hearing Song Yuhao's voice, Song Yuli turned around and looked over, somewhat surprised: "Why did you come here? Did you tell me to stay there and keep watch?"

When Uncle Huang, who was standing next to Song Yuhao, saw Song Yuli's appearance clearly, his pupils suddenly contracted and his expression became somewhat puzzled.

He looks so familiar, like I've seen him somewhere before.

Uncle Huang's gaze was too direct, so Song Yuli spotted him instantly.

"Yuhao, who is he? Why are you with him?"