"We're brothers, there's no such thing as what should have been." Shen Chi said indifferently.
"I discovered a long time ago that Shihan had hidden arms in Shen's warehouse. I wanted to tell you at the time, but Shihan wouldn't let me, and I was scared, so I never said anything. Now that I think about it, if I had told you, maybe today's events wouldn't have happened." Mo Shuifu was full of regret.
Her face was covered with a faint layer of sorrow, as light as mist, and the usually bright eyes were now devoid of luster.
"What's past is past, there's no need to blame yourself too much," Shen Chi said.
Seeing Shen Shihan on the hospital bed, he also felt unease in his heart.
Especially after Shen Shihan's subordinate said those words to Xu Chaomu, he found it even harder to hate Shen Shihan.
Their covert battles had drawn in many innocent people, Nie Chenglang was one, and so was Mo Shuifu.
