Zhao Xing thought about how to grab Xia Yihan's pen. He shouldn't have given her a pen just now. But he couldn't communicate with her without giving her a pen. Damn it. He thought it was a good job, but it was hot potato.

Looking at the sharp point of the pen pressing down bit by bit, Zhao Xingxin's eyes were all on his throat.

"Okay, I'll take you back. Don't be silly."

Zhao Xing had no idea of stopping to see Xia Yihan. He could only take Xia Yihan back with him. It was really helpless.

"Put it down, we are all trustworthy men in the army. Gentlemen give...