Beike put away the piece of paper and promised Pei Jiao, "I'll try my best to send it to him."
"Don't try. You have to!" Pei Jiao knew that she was being unreasonable, but she couldn't care less now.
"Pei Jiao…" Beike really did not dare to make any promises. Although saying some words could comfort Pei Jiao, he could not bear the consequences. He did not want to see her hold on to hope but be disappointed in the end.
Pei Jiao could tell that Beike was worried. "Okay, I won't say anymore. But… can you go back to Xingzhou and give this to him as soon as possible? I'm afraid he won't be able to hold on."
Wei Yu was so stubborn. Once he didn't want to live anymore, no one could save him.
"With his high-intensity work, the probability of sudden death is indeed very high." Beike's expression was solemn. "I'll go back today, but I have to send you back to the Pei family first, or… to the hospital."
