Gyor leaned down, smiling as he touched her soft cheeks, "Feifei, brother has already turned into this, there's no way to change it." Besides, he had no intention to change.
"No, brother, you still have a chance." Little Baozi held his hand, earnestly saying to her, "Sister has already promised me, as long as we let her go, she will plead with the police to spare you."
"Feifei, brother's crime is very, very serious, not something that can be excused with a few words. Moreover, if you let her go, Feifei, your illness will have no chance of being cured." Gyor shook his head.
"Brother, I don't want to use sister's life to exchange for mine, it's too unfair!" Little Baozi kept pleading with him.
