"Got it, brother. Let go, or it's going to break." Gouxiong felt like it would have been better if they had just slashed him with a knife—he could endure a slash, but this wrist pain was completely unbearable.
"Who's your brother? You don't deserve it." Lin Xiaolong said.
"Yes, yes, I don't deserve it, whatever you say is right, please, let go, my wrist is going to break." Gouxiong was practically on the verge of tears.
Chapter 17