She had no idea that Dong Fangjing had meticulously set up the battlefield for two months, and the person he was waiting for turned out to be him.
Qingqing pointed in a direction: "This way!"
The opponent's firepower was too overwhelming; they couldn't even spare more time for reminiscing. Compared to three years ago, his profile hadn't changed much, but exuded a mature sense of oppression.
This oppression was unprecedented, making her feel almost unable to breathe.
But now was not the time to analyze feelings. She knew well the careful setup Dong Fangjing had arranged for this, and precisely because of that awareness, she felt completely unsure at this moment. She tightly held Zun Zun's hand, her palm sweating.
"You are indeed here!" Zun Zun, amid a break in reloading bullets, had eyes blazing and an extremely sinister tone.
Qingqing moved her lips, too late to speak, this time he gripped her hand, shielding her with his body and fiercely counterattacking.
