"Alright, alright, we've known each other for more than twenty years now. Don't you know what kind of person I am? I've become the hero today, so tell me, will you accept my favor or not?"
Zhang Chong's expression was filled with unending sorrow, knowing that Wang Peng was about to give his last words, he nodded repeatedly.
"My wife and child, I'll have to trouble you to look after them. It's just a matter of a couple more chopsticks at the table. You can't mistreat Xiaohu, he's the last bit of bloodline my Wang family has left!"
Hearing his old friend's words, Zhang Chong's face became even more tragically sorrowful.
The two had known each other for more than twenty years and were as close as family. Even without Wang Peng's words, Zhang Chong would have done the same. It was just unfortunate that the Prefectural City was now a living hell, and he didn't even know if his own family could survive.
