She cast her gaze towards Yan Sijue on the bed, murmuring, "Is there really no way? Not to mention Mu Yiliang, even I can't believe this man would die so easily. I don't believe he hasn't left a way out."
Qiao Yebai chuckled bitterly, "I don't believe it either."
But what use is disbelief? The cruel reality lay before them, unless the man lying on the bed wasn't Yan Sijue.
After two days, they'd tried everything, yet still saw no progress, no signs of life.
Yang Ru walked over to them.
"Mr. Qiao," his voice sounded hoarse, likely he hadn't rested much these two days.
"What's wrong?"
"Madam and Madam now…," Yang Ru gave a bitter smile, "Please make a decision, we can't keep the president lying here."
Qiao Yebai pondered briefly, looking at the man on the bed.
He hesitated, then suddenly said, "Let's wait a bit… maybe… there's still hope."
