Buddha, who always appeared melancholic, finally showed a change in expression as he spoke about his daughter.
"Boss, do you really have a way?"
Although Buddha had been reassured by Xiao Yifei's confidence at the time, he was still filled with anxiety.
"Leukemia?"
Xiao Yifei lifted his head and glanced at Buddha.
Buddha nodded solemnly, his eyes fixed intently on Xiao Yifei.
The so-called leukemia was indeed a most heart-wrenching affliction, and Wu You, at the tender age of twelve, had been struck with the disease.
"Don't worry, leave it to me."
Seeing the sincere Buddha, Xiao Yifei's initial urge to joke dissipated. He suddenly felt a connection with the fatherly anguish Buddha must be feeling and agreed promptly; he didn't want Buddha to be in too much pain.
Moreover, a man as compassionate, enduring, and loyal as Buddha deserved all that Xiao Yifei was willing to do for him.
"Thank you... thank you, Boss! I truly appreciate it!"