Tang Zheng felt a pair of softness pressed against his back, his brows furrowed, and he grabbed Fang Zhiwen's arm, pulling her to the front.
"Ah, you hurt me!" the white, rich, and beautiful girl screamed, putting on a pitiful expression.
"If you don't want to live, don't drag me down with you. This is my last warning, stop causing trouble for me." Tang Zheng stared into Fang Zhiwen's eyes, delivering his final ultimatum.
"That's not what I mean." Fang Zhiwen hadn't finished speaking before Tang Zheng pinched her cheek, her red lips pouted, making it impossible for her to say anything.
"I don't want to hear excuses. I won't let you do dangerous things, nor will I give you special treatment. In the Holy Land War, even the Seed Team dare not slack off. Do you think I have the leisure to flirt with you?" Tang Zheng erupted, "I can't even guarantee my own survival in this fight. Do you think you can?"
