Yang Tiansheng stiffened his neck and didn't back down, "Then you say, which of your friends has ever risked their life to save yours?"
Yang Yinghao furrowed his brows, "That's because you were still young, ignorant of the hardships of the world, involuntarily..."
Yang Tiansheng waved his hand dismissively, "Fine, you make your friends, and I'll make mine. I haven't believed in your way, yet haven't I made many good friends? Do you believe that if I sent a letter to Yang Ge right now telling him I'm about to die, he would immediately drop everything and come to Jiangzhe to save me?"
"No ivory comes out of a dog's mouth!"
Yang Yinghao slapped him across the face, making his head turn, then hesitated before asking, "Do you really have that much confidence?"
Yang Tiansheng, "Why don't we father and son make a bet?"
Yang Yinghao slapped his head back straight, "How can you bet on something like this?"
