He, Zhan Yang, has never done good deeds

The anesthetic made Zhan mo lose consciousness. He just lay on the cold operating table, a clear surgical line drawn on his chest. He was determined to give up his heart.

Zhan qingze: " you clearly can't bear to let young master mo die like this. If you didn't know everything and send me to rescue him, young master mo would have already died on the operating table. You asked me to threaten those medical personnel and use a pig's heart to forge a heart for Zhan Jia 'er. All of this was done by you silently. Why didn't you tell miss Mengmeng?"

Zhan qingze's calm and cold voice had a rare fluctuation of emotion.

He wasn't an emotional person, but he had always had a sincere and strong feeling for Zhan Yang, who was like a father to him.

In the past, when Zhan Yang had asked him to do something, he had only focused on doing it and had not asked anything. Not to mention killing people, even if Zhan Yang had asked him to commit suicide, he would not even frown.