Lu Zhanguo embraced Xiaopang, coldly watching Huang Wenying.
When Gu Xiaobei saw them stop talking, she went and hugged Xiaopang, pulled Mo Wang, who was just standing on the side, into the second bedroom, and went to find Bai Xiaolan.
"What's going on? Is there trouble during training? Zhanguo rarely talks that much," Bai Xiaolan curiously asked.
Gu Xiaobei gave a slight nod: "I guess so, he's really angry this time, otherwise, he wouldn't have said so much."
"The soldiers are indeed pitiful," Bai Xiaolan, who had seen a lot, couldn't help but sigh.
It wasn't until she heard the living room door sound that Gu Xiaobei went to see who was at the door,
Lu Zhanguo was sitting alone on the sofa, his face alarmingly dark.
"Is everything okay?" Gu Xiaobei walked over, sat down next to Lu Zhanguo, and asked with concern.
