The man suddenly stuttered, "I, I, you, you." Right now, the rats outside might not have left yet, and if he opened the door now, wouldn't he be bitten to death by the rats? It was not easy for him to survive, how could he just die like that.
Qinghe sneered sarcastically, "So this is what they call deep brotherly love—it's indeed very deep."
Grinding his teeth, the man said, "You're talking nonsense here. If it weren't for you, my brother wouldn't have died. Don't think you can divert the topic."
The smile at the corner of Qinghe's mouth vanished, her gaze as venomous as spittle, she snapped harshly, "I don't have that much time to play with you. Don't test my patience. Since you care so much about your brother, how about I send you to meet him?"
The man's heart contracted at her stare, his mind a blank. Hearing her words, he shook his head vigorously. He didn't want to die, did not want to die at all.
