"..." Zhong Ling didn't speak, but from her eyes, it was clear she didn't quite understand why Sun Hang would say such things at this moment.
"I don't have many friends. You are one of them," Sun Hang said. "If it were a stranger, I'd wish for more cannon fodder to scout the way for me... But since I consider you a friend, I naturally won't let you die in vain."
"In my view, whether the mission can be completed doesn't really depend on how many people we bring," Sun Hang continued. "Enough people have already died... I think, with your family conditions, you probably don't lack that pension money."
Zhong Ling stood there dumbfounded, her usually expressionless face rarely showing a trace of complex emotions.
But she didn't speak again, only watching as Sun Hang carried heavy equipment, stepping forward step by step through the mud.
"Are you a bit disappointed?" Wang Xiyi's somewhat weak voice came from the side. "To him... you're just a friend."
