Forest camp.
Outside the fabric curtain of a simple tent, Gu Chenn took off his backpack and crouched on the ground, breathing heavily and rapidly.
It seemed his body was indeed a bit weak.
Xiong Ze sneaked a glance at the backpack, eager to open it, but after looking around and not seeing Xi Luo, he reconsidered and gave up.
At this time, about a hundred meters away, Xi Luo was still sulking with Zong Zhan.
Strictly speaking, it wasn't an argument. It was Zong Zhan explaining one-sidedly while Xi Luo was giving him the silent treatment.
"The reason I asked you to go to Myanmar was just to…"
Xi Luo leaned against the tree trunk, her head down, picking at the bark, ignoring whatever Zong Zhan was saying.
About three minutes passed, and Zong Zhan bent down, supporting himself on the tree trunk with one hand and holding his lower back with the other, showing a pained expression.
The woman's fingers stopped, glancing at him from the corner of her eye, then continued picking.
