"Lu Yuanfeng! How many times do you want me to say it?"
Zhao Ping's face turned red with anger, and if he exerted a bit more force, he might even pinch out some blood!
At this moment, a voice interjected.
"He said he doesn't want to, which means he doesn't want to. Why do you have to act like a mad dog and keep chasing after him?
If you have the time and energy, it's better to have more training sessions and improve your own strength. Don't end up on the battlefield getting beaten to a pulp!"
"Who? Who's talking about me! Show yourself!" Zhao Ping was so focused on staring at Lu Yuanfeng that he had no idea who said that.
Lu Yuanfeng recognized it; it was Shuangshuang.
He looked around and finally spotted her in the group of mess soldiers distributing breakfast.
The little girl was wearing an ill-fitting mess soldier's uniform with a big felt hat on her head.
That iconic ugly face was exposed to the air, the kind of look you'd glance at once and didn't want to see again.
