As Sang Ning's figure completely disappeared from sight, the glimmer of hope in Lian Qi's eyes was snuffed out bit by bit.
Dammit! This grudge has officially been recorded!
The first batch of supplies—there's no way he's letting Sang Ning take them.
In truth, Sang Ning wasn't lying; she hadn't tied him up very securely. As long as he tried his best to wiggle, he could still break free from the ropes around the tree trunk.
But the real issue was—he didn't want to!
There was a surveillance drone hovering right above his head, monitoring his every move at every moment. He'd already embarrassed himself once before—if it happened again, he'd truly cement his title as the "Heroic Butterfly."
In front of the camera, his idol image was still something he took very seriously.
But if he didn't hurry and break free, he'd fall behind the others once again.
Supplies or style? That was the question.
The faint buzzing from the helicopter overhead jolted Lian Qi into clarity.
