Tong Sanlang "..."
He lifted his head, silently gazing at Qiao Xiaomai.
Qiao Xiaomai's expression was ice-cold, her peach-shaped eyes glaring at him, "Speak, who will you save?"
"Do I really have to make such a choice?" Tong Sanlang asked weakly, his lips pursed.
"You must." Qiao Xiaomai's reply was very firm.
In this timeline, her true kin and love was only Tong Sanlang; he was everything to her, her whole world.
If something were to happen to Tong Sanlang, then her world would collapse.
Tong Sanlang was such an important existence to her, yet to Tong Sanlang, she couldn't reach such a position.
She was angry.
She was hurt.
She just wanted to force him to set a precedence.
She just wanted to make a scene, a huge scene.
Tong Sanlang's lips tightened as he spoke, "She is already miserable, I think it's meaningless to dwell on this now."
