Gu Yan just remembered Wan Fang recently recovered from an illness. She and Guo Rou glanced at each other, and the two ran to the back in unison.
Zhang Cuihua sneered, "Even if you carry her, you wouldn't end up running faster than me. So, if the results aren't good, it will be all your fault. It has nothing to do with me."
Guo Rou gritted her teeth upon hearing her. "Gu Yan, if you get a chance to put her in a bag and beat her up, let me join. I have never heard someone with such a foul mouth!"
"Mhm, we will soon have the opportunity."
Gu Yan was worried about Wan Fang.
The two soldiers had run for ten minutes before finally seeing the pale-faced Wan Fang, who was struggling to walk.
Wan Fang was only 1.6 meters tall, making her shorter than both Gu Yan and Guo Rou. Her body wasn't particularly tough, and due to her previous condition, she was even frailer now.
