But the man was indifferent, stroking his chin, scrutinizing Ye Que, and said thoughtfully, "Sure, but it might take a long time."
A long time?
Wouldn't his family be worried sick about him?
Ye Que couldn't remain calm and directly said, "How about this, you send me back first, or call someone to pick me up. After all, this place lacks many things and isn't convenient to stay in."
Even with his injuries, he could go home for treatment; otherwise, his family would definitely worry about him.
Or, if he didn't return, others might think he was already dead.
It didn't matter if others thought he was dead, but he was concerned about his daughter's safety and didn't know if anyone else had helped him find her.
He was truly anxious.
But being anxious was useless; if this man didn't help him, he couldn't move at all.
"Do you think I don't want to get you out of here?"
