"Come on, Luo, have a seat."
In the audio-visual room, Old Xu and Tang Xiaoquan sat upright, while Old Lin smiled and pulled a chair, signaling Luo Baocun, whom he'd just called upstairs, to sit down.
"Have some hot tea!" At the right moment, Old Xu pushed the prepared tea to the front of Luo Baocun, who looked around at the three people somewhat nervously and asked, "I don't know what you all want with me?"
Old Xu noticed Luo Baocun's wariness, knowing that Wang Zhongyu and Wenquan Xin had already roughly told him Luo's story, so he quite understood this reaction.
After all, in these end times, you never know what kind of disaster you might face. Any slip could cost you your life, not to mention joining a small Survivor Team on your own; a careless comment could bring trouble.
