Carter Xing was stunned.
He thought that Ethan Ning would blame him, ask him not to do that again, or go into a cold war with him, or even have a big fight, all of which were entirely possible.
But Carter Xing never thought that at this time, Ethan Ning would gently ask him if he wanted to drink soda.
There was caution and regret in his tone.
That afternoon on the Jinjiang District street court, Carter Xing stood in the sun. The scarlet blood marks on his hands were hot, but he seemed to feel no pain.
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