"Also, Martial Uncle, if you keep beating around the bush, I might just storm out of here myself!" Zhang Deming replied.
Dang Xiangjun paused, then looked at Song Huidong with an inscrutable expression. "What do you think?" he asked.
Song Huidong said conflictedly, "How about I go with Junior Brother Zhang..."
Before Dang Xiangjun could reply, Zhang Deming quickly shook his head. "Don't. Senior Brother Gan was just worrying about you. If something happens to you while you're with me, I won't know how to answer to him."
Seeing this, Dang Xiangjun's brow furrowed. "In that case, I'll assign a disaster relief team to go with you!"
"No. If you have people following me, Martial Uncle, it'll be truly inconvenient for me to act." With that, Zhang Deming looked at Dang Xiangjun and said pointedly, "Don't worry, Martial Uncle. I won't run into any major trouble. The worst-case scenario is I just have to come back in twenty years."
