Yang Wenzhao took Long Haochen to walk to the side, going as far as to bow slightly, before performing a salute directed to Long Haochen.
Long Haochen inclined his body, hurriedly going to the side, “Brother Yang, what are you doing?”
Yang Wenzhao bitterly smiled before telling him, “There is something I have to beg of you, that I really want you to promise me.”
Long Haochen started, “What thing?”
Yang Wenzhao said in a low voice, “I beg of you, younger brother Long, help me to look after Ying’er!”
“Eh?” Long Haochen looked at him, somewhat puzzled, and said, “For your previous choice, brother Yang, you seem to have picked Ying’er, though she didn’t agree. Actually, I don’t need brother Yang to beg of me, for I will protect her well even without you doing so. We are, after all, members of the same squad.”
