Ya Shitian didn't come back, but Ye Wenbo woke up.
The doctor said that since he woke up, his condition is considered temporarily stable.
A person who was in really bad shape suddenly waking up and overcoming the crisis - it has to be said it's a miracle.
But are there really so many miracles in this world...
Ye Anqi leaned against the corridor and dialed Timothy's phone number.
"Timothy, my dad woke up, was it you?"
Timothy on the other end smirked: "Yes, it was me. I let him go."
"Why?"
"Killing an old man doesn't interest me."
Ye Anqi gripped her phone tightly, "Why did you spare him? I didn't promise you anything, didn't you say if I didn't agree, you wouldn't let my father go?"
Timothy chuckled lightly: "I don't want to play anymore, is that alright?"
"What do you mean?"
"Just that I don't want to play anymore."
"...Have you let go of the hatred?"
"Yeah, you could say that."
Upon hearing this, instead of feeling happy, Ye Anqi turned pale.
