Fang Zhiwen is a white, rich, and beautiful girl, scoring at least seventy out of a hundred, and she also knows how to exploit her feminine charm. In the past, this worked wonders against men, but today, she hit a snag.
Tang Zheng didn't even spare a glance at Fang Zhiwen, as he used his hand to shield his eyes from the sun, surveying the wilderness around him. His gaze stretched to the horizon, which was without a clear boundary or noticeable reference object, leaving him unable to even choose a direction.
The ignored Fang Zhiwen felt somewhat irate; after all, she was used to commanding people and naturally revealed an unsatisfied expression on her face.
"Tang Zheng, is there anything we need to do? We're duty-bound!" Shen Jiashu was very composed, which actually reassured the classmates more, as they were relatively more familiar with him compared to the stranger, Tang Zheng.
