"Move aside, I'll go by myself." Zhao Dongtao broke free from everyone and walked out of the house, needing some time alone.
Tang Zheng let go of Cao Rongxuan, who squatted on the ground, gasping in pain and unable to straighten his back.
This commotion made the atmosphere in the living room awkward for a moment, and no one mentioned the matter of volunteers again.
"Stop playing the good guy, always rushing forward without thinking about yourself." Song Xin walked up to Tang Zheng, pulled on his sleeve, and whispered her advice.
After more than four years, Tang Zheng and Song Xin were standing together again. The youthfulness of their squad leader hadn't completely faded, but with age, she seemed like a bud waiting to bloom, adding an innocent aura, and her pale, delicate face still bore that familiar sweet smile.
Faced with Tang Zheng's stare, Song Xin's cheeks turned red, and she lowered her head.
