"So, what about now? Can you consider dating me?"
"No need to consider."
Suddenly, a cold, deep voice came from beside them.
It even carried a trace of anger.
Flossie Wright and Chang Yin exchanged a glance and then looked towards the side.
Glenn Hutchinson, who hadn't been seen for several days, stood merely two steps away.
He wasn't wearing a military uniform, but casual clothes: a black jacket and relaxed pants, with his shirt unbuttoned casually, revealing a white shirt underneath. The sleeves were rolled up to the elbows, the shirt sleeve buttons undone, also slightly folded, exposing his strong elbows.
He was very tall, standing there blocking a lot of light with his presence. As he lowered his eyes to the two of them, an inexplicable sense of intimidation and pressure came crashing down on them, an intense sense of oppression causing Chang Yin to swallow nervously.
Flossie raised an eyebrow.
Quite timely.
