Tang Zelin was probably in a bad mood today, not saying much.
Su Shu became the talkative one, having already been unable to stay put, Tang Zelin's arrival practically saved her.
When he remained silent, she took the initiative to "care," asking things like, "Are you tired?" "Have you finished your recent work?" "If it's too tough, why not delegate some tasks to Political Commissar Qu, and you take more rest?" and so on. While speaking, she naturally hooked her arm around Tang Zelin's less injured arm, escorting the gloomy Senior Colonel Zelin back.
Shen Han subconsciously took a step forward, while Jiang Meili, quick and alert, grabbed his wrist.
"Shen Han, let me look at your wound."
As Shen Han turned his head to try to disengage from Jiang Meili, and looked back again, the two had already disappeared.
A coldness surfaced in his deep, dark pupils, "Let go."