The porridge girl nodded, swiftly climbing onto Ling Chen's back.
"Ling Chen, there's another person over there. He's my friend." The porridge girl pointed to where Chen Zongming was.
Ling Chen acknowledged her with a sound, raised the riot shield without a word, and slowly moved towards Chen Zongming.
Seeing the porridge girl on a stranger's back, Chen Zongming was taken aback. He was sure he'd never seen this man before, definitely not a member of the base. Moreover, he hadn't noticed how this man had appeared.
When Ling Chen and the porridge girl were beside him, Chen Zongming asked in surprise, "Who is this man?"
The porridge girl hugged Ling Chen's neck, smiling brightly, "He's my man. I think I need to correct something; he's definitely not a coward."
"Coward?" Ling Chen turned his head and asked, "Who did you say is a coward?"
"Nothing. Did you come alone?"
