Looking at the pale complexion of the young girl, Zhao Pan immediately knew that Yun Shifei must have suffered greatly along the way. See, her face had lost its color, and her spirit seemed drained.
If Mr. Cheng were to see Yun Shifei in this state, he would undoubtedly break Zhao Pan's legs.
None of them believed Cheng Lie was truly dead, so, no matter what, they had to find him.
Thus, Zhao Pan said, "Miss Yun, please rest for now. Our team is already searching for Mr. Cheng. Even if we have to turn over the entire forest, we will find him."
"Can I come along?" Yun Shifei asked.
Seeing the resolve in her eyes, Zhao Pan sighed. "Alright, Miss Yun. But you haven't had anything to eat yet, have you? Please have some breakfast first, and then we'll set off."
Otherwise, he truly feared that in her current state, Yun Shifei might collapse halfway through.
Yun Shifei didn't object; she realized she did need to eat something—or she wouldn't hold up.
