Jiang Yuyan saw Zhou Fuya's intense agitation and was moved by her filial piety, but was helpless and could only say meekly, "Miss Zhou, I've checked. There isn't a suitable heart anywhere in Jiangcheng City, and even if there was, there isn't enough time."
"Then use mine directly. My blood type is exactly the same as my grandfather's. Besides, I'm his direct relative, so there should be minimal rejection reactions. It's very suitable!" Zhou Fuya stepped forward and gripped her hand tightly, as if clutching onto a lifeline.
"No way!" Jiang Yuyan refused immediately, her face showing an undeniable expression.
"Why not?" Zhou Fuya's face twisted with confusion.
"This is murder, don't you know?"
"I'm willing, why can't I? I'm willing to give my heart to my grandfather." Zhou Fuya shouted, tears rolling uncontrollably from her eyes.
