"Miss Zi, tell me honestly, do you regret joining this operation with me in the Mercenary Group?"
Zi Qingmeng glanced at Nian Bing and said, "If I say I don't, that would definitely be a lie. But what's the point of regretting now? First, let's try to get out of here. Stop calling me Miss Zi, just call me Qing Meng. Didn't you say we're friends after all?"
Nian Bing smiled somewhat flattered, "That's rare! You're usually not this polite."
Zi Qingmeng snorted and said, "I just dislike your arrogance and fickleness."
"Arrogant? Me? Fickle? That doesn't describe me, does it?" Trying hard to ignore the condition of his right arm, Nian Bing's tone was relaxed, as if he was not in danger.