At this moment, Old Fifth Yang no longer looked like the commanding figure he once was; he had completely turned into the appearance of a father.
Seeing Old Fifth Yang's bitter smile, Ye Qing felt a pang of discomfort in his heart. He nodded slowly, patted Old Fifth Yang's shoulder, and said in a deep voice, "Take care!"
"It's not that easy to die. Next time I come back, let's have a few more drinks together!" Old Fifth Yang laughed, watching Ye Qing get in the car with an inexplicable sadness on his face.
Even though he kept saying he wasn't afraid of dying or of cancer, knowing that he didn't have much time left, how many people could truly claim they weren't afraid?
After rushing to the city, there was still about an hour before the plane took off. Ye Qing had a little downtime, so he called Li Qiang.
