"Ye Qing?" Jiang Yan was stunned, instinctively glancing at Ye Qing.
Unlike others who were bundled up like dumplings, Ye Qing was resistant to the cold.
Today he wore a black, tight-fitting combat uniform, paired with clean, shiny high military boots. His hair seemed freshly trimmed, and overall, he looked strikingly handsome and full of spirit.
Ye Qing's actual age wasn't much, but after experiencing the apocalypse, the youthful innocence on his face had faded, and he had become more stable and reserved.
As Mo Jingsheng's personal bodyguard, Li Haoyang was top-notch in terms of physique, appearance, and combat skills at Yaoben Base, but he was evidently outmatched by the more reliable Ye Qing at this moment.
The latter slightly bent over to open the door, and Jiang Yan said "Thank you" before hopping out.
"Are you alright?" Ye Qing quickly scanned Jiang Yan from head to toe, relaxing his slightly furrowed brows upon seeing she was unharmed.
