Perhaps fearing that he couldn't restrain his anger, Yang Yifeng didn't tangle with Zhang Qianqian for too long.
Once he shared this great news with Han Chenggang, both Han Chenggang and Han Yuruo became excited!
"Gang Zi, I've already arranged for a car, let's go now,"
Given Han Chenggang's special identity, flying was definitely out of the question, and traveling by train would be more troublesome than driving. It was only a five or six-hour drive, after all.
"I'm going with you..."
Han Yuruo said without hesitation, but both Yang Yifeng and Han Chenggang shook their heads, "No, you better not go."
"Why? Why can't I go?"
Han Yuruo widened her eyes and stared at Yang Yifeng.
Han Chenggang had been ill for five or six years, and his condition worsened by the day. Every time he suffered, although in pain, the sight of him enduring it had been witnessed by Han Yuruo! One could even say the pain she endured was no less than her brother's!