"Boss, leave Nestates." Joe knelt half on the edge of the sickbed, with a humble posture, pleading.

On the sickbed, Leo leaned against the edge of the bed, lips pale, looking very sickly.

"Boss, in the current situation, as long as the green hills remain, we're not afraid of running out of firewood." Joe spoke firmly, lowering his head and not daring to look at Leo.

"Do you think Travis will let me go?" Leo self-mockingly said, "Now that it has come to this, I'm afraid I ...