Where Are You Going?

Chen Feitang's voice was not soft, causing Lu Xingzhi to pull his grip on Jiang Yao's hand.

His emotions stirred, and he was a little angry, but it was not directed at Jiang Yao.

He turned around, and his gaze shot toward Chen Feitang's direction like a knife. His voice was gloomy and cold as if he had crawled out of the 18 layers of hell.

"Chen Feitang, listen carefully. I've asked Jiang Yao to go home, not because I don't trust her ability but because she's my wife. As her husband, I don't want her to go into danger with me. To be honest, other than your marksmanship and skills, you can't beat her in any other aspect."

After a pause, Lu Xingzhi said, "If Jiang Yao were not my wife, I would be extremely satisfied with such a partner today."