One day, Xue Xingjun suddenly received a phone call. It was from Liu Hongxing.
"Little Jun, it's Mom."
"I recognized your voice. What's wrong?"
"Little Jun, Mom is dying."
"What?"
Xue Xingjun jumped in fright at her words, his voice growing urgent. "What's going on? How are you dying?"
Liu Hongxing sounded pitiful over the phone. "My stomach has been hurting for months, and that heartless father of yours won't do anything for me."
Xue Xingjun frowned. "A stomachache? Didn't you go to the hospital? Are you out of money at home?"
"I went to the hospital. The doctor said there was nothing wrong, but the medicine didn't work. My stomach hurts so much I could die. Your dad is so cruel! I told him I wanted to go to Beijing Hospital to get checked out, but he refuses to take me. He just watches me suffer in agony."
Liu Hongxing's voice was tinged with tears. "Little Jun, you can't abandon me. I only have you for a son. If I die, you won't have a mother anymore."
