"If there's nothing else, I'll be taking my leave."
Misunderstood by the two troublemakers Liang Bing and Ai Xi, Hua Zhen could not be bothered to explain. With a great war about to begin, he had no mood to fool around with them. After saying that, he got up to leave.
Liang Bing immediately objected and hurriedly stood to stop him. "Hey? Wait! We haven't even discussed the important matter yet. Why are you leaving?"
Hua Zhen glanced back at her, then helplessly sat down again. "All right, say what you need to say quickly. With war imminent, there are necessary preparations I need to handle. Karl is still waiting for me."
"Even so, you'd rather go fool around with a man than chat with two beautiful women. Tsk, tsk, men these days..."
Hua Zhen stared darkly at Ai Xi, who was pretending to sigh. He really wanted to ask where she had learned such a postmodern term as "fooling around with men."
Suppressing his irritation, he turned his gaze toward Liang Bing, who was looking at him with disgust, and waited for her to say what she wanted.
Being stared at expressionlessly was rather uncomfortable. Liang Bing gave a light cough, then her expression turned solemn as she asked expectantly, "If... I asked you to help me request that my sister end the confinement for Ai Xi and me, would you agree?"
"What do you think?" Hua Zhen asked back, his voice somewhat low.
Liang Bing gritted her teeth. "The Form War is about to begin. Instead of using two high-level combatants like Ai Xi and me, you're sending those Little Angels into danger. Letting us out would reduce so many casualties. Can't you even do that math?"
"Exactly!" Ai Xi did not forget to make her presence known.