On the motorcycle, Chen Fan's face was stinging from the night wind because he wasn't wearing a helmet, but... he didn't care.
At that moment, there was only one thought in his mind: he had to get to the hospital before Zhang Qianqian's mother passed away, no matter what!
While Chen Fan was recklessly driving the motorcycle, performing a high-speed chase on the road, in the ICU of East Sea Armed Police Hospital, Zhang Qianqian's father, Zhang Shengguang, placed a diary beside Feng Ting's pillow and said, "Why did you ask me to find this diary from Qianqian's room?"
"Didn't you read the diary?"
Feng Ting pressed the diary under the pillow and asked weakly.
Zhang Shengguang shook his head: "After getting the diary, I just drove to the hospital in a hurry, I didn't have time to look at it. What's written in it? What do you need it for?"
"You'll know in a bit."
Feng Ting, perhaps tired, didn't explain to Zhang Shengguang.
