"I'm sorry, Commander, please send someone else to the capital to take on this mission. I voluntarily withdraw from the parade," He Teng said in a muffled voice.
"You little scoundrel! Do you realize how great and rare an opportunity this is for others? You say you won't do it and you just won't do it? You think you own the army? Have you lost all sense of being a soldier? He Teng, don't forget, you are a soldier! Not a hooligan who does whatever he pleases, and not whatever he doesn't wish to do!" The Commander was so angry that he slammed the table.
"Commander..." He Teng fell silent, his gaze fixed on He Zhilan, who stood some ten meters away, looking at him. In the crowd, she looked so delicate and pitiable. In her eyes, which were full of trust and reliance on him, how could he possibly leave her alone and return to his post when the whole world seemed to be against her?
