"Ok."
Zhan Yucheng's tone was still calm to the extreme, as if what An Kang just let him chop off was just a radish.
Listening to the light voice of Zhan Yucheng, Su Chacha instantly got so anxious.
She couldn't help roaring out, "Zhan Yucheng, I won't let you chop off your fingers!"
"Zhan Yucheng, please! Please be kind! Don't let me owe you anything! The last thing I want to owe in my life is your kindness! "
"Su Chacha, you don't owe me anything."
Zhan Yucheng looked at Su Chacha with his eyes shining brightly. "Su Chacha I can live for you and die for you. And I don’t mind cover my hands with blood. It's my will. You don't need to feel any pressure. You can just think that I never existed in this world."
In fact, what Zhan Yucheng really wanted to say was that Su Chacha, although I didn't want to put pressure on you, if I really died, please don't forget me so quickly.
But he knew how much Su Chacha hated him. Therefore, after all, he didn't say that.