"So, you choose to sell out your brothers to save yourself?" Qin Zheng suddenly laughed.
"I'm sorry, I have no choice..."
"Wei Xinyang, do you remember the oath we took when we joined the Suicide Camp?"
Wei Xinyang gave a bitter smile and shook his head lightly, "We all just said it casually. No one knew each other when we left the camp."
"Ask yourself, if Nan Hongying stole Brother Guangrong's identity tag and then threatened him to steal our tags in exchange for his own, what do you think Brother Guangrong would do?"
Wei Xinyang remained silent for a while and sighed, "Guangrong is a man of sentiment, but I'm a businessman. Businessmen make money. I prioritize my own interests."
"Fine! Fine! Fine! Qin Zheng sighed three times in a row, "Wei Xinyang, you've finally said it, haven't you? Brother Guangrong is still in the hospital. Do you have the face to see him?"
Wei Xinyang laughed again, "I think Guangrong will understand me! Sorry, Third Brother, I don't want to die..."
