In over twenty years, Song Huiqiao had never felt so helpless, like she was adrift in the vast ocean, battered by the storm, she believed she had beauty and talent, and had lived with Tang Zheng for several days, thinking she should be able to win him over. Yet faced with the final boss battle, he had not hesitated to abandon her.
"Tang Zheng, I can do anything for you," Song Huiqiao pleaded with a desperate face, almost kneeling to Tang Zheng, but his words coldly dismissed her, leaving her pale-faced.
"The cavalry has started moving, where do you plan to run? Pick one for yourself." Tang Zheng stopped paying attention to her, urging everyone to set off, "Split into cars, and start the operation."
"Tang Zheng, I want to take Li Bo with me." The square-faced man jumped out. With no defensible position here, leaving Li Bo behind would surely be a death sentence under the cavalry's massacre, but he didn't trust to leave him as bait for the Conquerors, so he had to keep him close.
