Long Chen's words had barely left his lips when they provoked rolls of eyes.
"You bastard, what kind of way is that to talk?"
Li Yuechan ground her teeth in anger.
Zhao Churan bit her lip, her eyes rimmed with redness as she said, "Long Chen, you can't talk to us this way, it makes us very sad."
"That's right, Long Chen, don't be like this." Xia Ling said seriously, "Don't keep saying things like that. We're all your people, all of us women are risking our lives to think of ways to protect our Dragon Shadow. How can you so easily say you want to leave?"
Seeing the fluctuation in the emotions of the three women, Long Chen also realized that there was something wrong with what he had said.
"Sorry, I didn't consider your feelings just now, it was my fault."
Long Chen gave a bitter smile.
