Helicopter?

Fu Zhengzheng looks up immediately, but the trees are so dense that she can just hear the sound and can’t see the helicopter.

“Zhengzheng, hold me tightly. We’ll leave now.” Han Siqi carries her on his back again.

Then Fu Zhengzheng notices a ladder before them. Han Siqi is holding it with his hand and is about to climb it.

“Zhu Ting. Zhu Ting is here too!” How can she forget the comrade-in-arms that once went ...