Afterward, Ji Ning and the two others carrying paper cups followed Feng Zhong to the outside of the set.
Fu Yuanxuan had already gotten out of the car, leaning against the side of the jeep, smoking with sunglasses on.
He wore a plain T-shirt on top, camouflage trousers on the bottom, paired with leather boots.
Ye Tong looked at his exposed arm and couldn't help but click her tongue.
This figure is no worse than Gu Lin, who practices martial arts regularly—a perfect example of looking slim in clothes and impressive without them...
"You must be Miss Bai's friend, right? Sorry, sorry, I didn't know you were waiting here. Let's go inside and talk."
Feng Zhong walked up quickly, suddenly standing at attention in front of Fu Yuanxuan and saluting.
"Former commander of the artillery platoon, 2nd Base Missile Unit, Feng Zhong."
Fu Yuanxuan, realizing he had also served, immediately extinguished his cigarette and stood up straight to return the salute.
