Taking the Blame

After hearing these words, An Zihao's eyes grew big as they reddened with anger. He then grabbed Lan Xi and asked through gritted teeth, "Yun Xin is already dead, can't you let go of a dead person?"

"I don't even care about the living, why would I care about the dead?" Lan Xi gave a light laugh as she looked at him with her dewy eyes, "An Zihao, we have been friends for many years; we are the ones that are friends, how could you go help Tangning? What benefits have Tangning given you? Is it really worth giving up our friendship for?"

"Tangning didn't give me any particular benefits. Unlike you, she can't give me the luxuries of fame and fortune, but...Lan Xi, in front of Tangning, I feel human. At least she doesn't constantly try to threaten me..."

After expressing his thoughts, An Zihao loosened his grip and sneered, "So, don't even mention the word 'friend' in front of me - it makes me sick."