Liang Yuezhen licked her lips, clutching her backpack, "You...you promised to help find a suitable match for my daughter and pay for her surgery."
"There's five hundred thousand in this card, and I've already arranged the bone marrow match, as you know I am now Fu Tingzhou's fiancée, it's just a word away." Su Mengshu said, taking out a card and handing it to Liang Yuezhen.
Liang Yuezhen saw the money, her eyes gleaming.
She grabbed the card in an instant, then handed over the contents of her bag to Su Mengshu, clutching the card tightly, "You promised, it can't be taken back."
An old, yellowed piece of paper, and a ring.
Su Mengshu opened it and took a look, her eyes widened in an instant.
She immediately picked up the ring; it had a metallic feeling. Inside the ring, 'SJL' three letters were strikingly engraved.
This piece of paper was yellowed and fragile.
The handwriting was in blue fountain pen ink, now much faded.
