Cheng Yu's face quickly turned cold, and then he burst out at me, "Shut up!"
After that, he half-crazedly approached, the veins on his forehead and neck bulging as if he was trying to pull the car apart with his own strength.
No matter how much I tried to persuade him at that moment, it was no use; he was hell-bent, silently attempting the impossible.
"Cheng Yu!" I finally couldn't help but shout his name, my heart reaching the pinnacle of panic, yet there was a strange sense of calm.
"This is my fate. I should have died with my parents years ago. I've lived all these years wishing for vengeance, yet I never succeeded. I blame no one; now, I only ask for you, remembering our past friendship, to save Gu Tingshen. After all, it's my fault he's in this mess."
"Shen Chenhuan!" Upon hearing my words, he looked up, his eyes gloomy as he watched me, "I told you before, without my permission, you can't go anywhere— not even to die!"
