Qin Zhiyuan was stunned by He Zhichu's words. He quickly asked anxiously, "Then what do you mean? Are you going to shoot my brother? ! But he really doesn't deserve to die? !"
He Zhichu raised his hand and pressed it on Qin Zhiyuan's shoulder. His sparkling almond-shaped eyes were dark as he said coldly, "Whether he lives or dies, Qin Yaoguang doesn't have the final say. I don't have the final say either."
"Then who? ! Who has the final say? ! Your father? ! But I begged your father, and he said..."
Before Qin Zhiyuan could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by He Zhichu. "Of course the victim has the final say."
Qin Zhiyuan's heart turned cold. He looked at He Zhichu with grief and indignation. "Zhichu, I hadn't offended you all these years, had I? Yet you're playing me like this? ! You know Gu Nianzhi was already dead, yet you still want her to have the final say? ! If you want him to die, just say it!"
