"I'm out of money," Su Ziceng pressed the call button forcefully again.
"How can you be out of money? There's the Su Family's money and your jewelry," Yan Wuxu's hand reached for Su Ziceng's neck, and the sharp edge of her nail gleamed threateningly.
"If you want money, you could just ask Fei Qing for it. Why come crying to me about being poor? The Su Family has already given you more than enough," Su Ziceng pushed her hand away, leaving a red mark on her neck from Yan Wuxu's long nails.
"I... you," Yan Wuxu was about to explode, but a nurse had already walked in. Su Ziceng didn't look at her any longer and turned to walk out.
"Bitch," Yan Wuxu cursed under her breath; she didn't believe that Su Ziceng could dominate the Su Family for a lifetime.
"Miss Su, your father's health..." The intern nurse didn't know that Yan Wuxu was Su Qingzhang's wife and thought she was the young daughter of Su Qingzhang because of her young appearance.
