After being ill for such a long time, Yi Tao was well aware of his condition. He knew that he did not have much time left.
Rather than just do nothing and die this way, he might as well give Chen Qiaoye a gleam of hope.
He knew that Chen Qiaoye trusted Ye Zhuo. He was already prepared to go, but he did not wish to leave behind any regret in Chen Qiaoye's life.
Upon hearing that, Li Wenru held Yi Tao's hand and said while bawling, "Tao Tao! My silly child! They are trying to kill you! That Ye Zhuo is good-for-nothing! How can she be skilled in medicinal practice, huh!?"
Yi Tao squeezed Li Wenru's hand. "Mom, I've never asked you for anything much all my life... will you please promise me this for once? I'm begging you…."
At this point, Yi Tao vomited another gulp of fresh blood.
Noticing her son's condition, Li Wenru had no other choice but to nod in consent. "Alright! Alright! I promise you!"
