Luo Lan and Zhong Qing stared at each other, and then back down at him with equally unimpressed faces.
"Are you joking?"
"Of course not."
"Why?" Wei Yan demanded petulantly. "I could be a great help!"
"Or you could be using this chance to sell us out to get back into Sun Jingwei's good books," Zhong Qing said imperiously, with a haughty sniff. "Do you think we are idiots?"
Thankfully, Wei Yan had the presence of mind to keep his mouth shut, even if he wanted to agree.
"We cannot trust you. Who knows, you could be working for him to trap us!" Luo Lan continued, frowning down at him. Wei Yan snarled and wriggled more angrily.
Press F for Wei Yan, there are some things worse than death.
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