The man's clothes were still smeared with mud, his hat carelessly stuffed under his epaulette, and the camouflage paint not entirely wiped off… Despite this, the man exuded an indescribable charm that made one can't help but let their gaze linger on him.
Such a devilishly charming man, who else could it be if not Leng Zirui?!
Shen Yizhou spoke with a graceful tone, but his words were anything but polite, "Huangfu Ao, take this charmer out back and shoot him!"
Leng Zirui walked straight over, lazily pulling out the chair next to Leng Zimo's right hand, and smiled wickedly, "Even though I know about your secret stash of Sister Tongya's photos in your pillow, is there really a need to silence me so desperately?!"
"Get lost!" Tong Ya threw a punch without a second thought.
Leng Zirui didn't dodge, because he knew she wouldn't really hit hard, and even if she did, the punch would have been completely negligible to him.
