Tang Si stretched out his hand and gently touched Ningxia Chuan: "Help me up."
His voice was a bit weak, slightly panting.
Ningxia Chuan frowned deeply, feeling helpless, but still pulled him up from the ground.
"For a case, do you not even want your own life? I told you not to overthink things, putting too much pressure on yourself is not good for you."
He had known Tang Si since childhood. Tang Si was polite to others, being the kind of person that was both easygoing and rational, unknowingly maintaining a sense of distance.
During investigations, he was calm and composed, full of life, and that was his public persona.
Privately, he knew that someone like Tang Si was cold-blooded.
He also knew that once Tang Si determined to do something, there was no stopping him, so his words might be of little use.
Tang Si really didn't listen to Ningxia Chuan's words at all.
