He was Qi Jiaming—the guy who had first asked Tang Mo about sharing food and had also been the first to enter the tunnel to move rocks.
Qi Jiaming had been curious about Qiao Jin for a long time.
'Why are dozens of feet of new rubble appearing in the tunnel every day? It's obviously man-made, but who's doing it? How? And what does any of it have to do with Qiao Jin?'
It wasn't that no one was curious or suspicious about the rubble in the tunnel. It was just that most people didn't care—or rather, they knew caring was pointless.
Life was already hard enough. People were just trying to get by, and they had little curiosity left for things that didn't directly concern them.
But Qi Jiaming was different. He was the persistent type, and he had a gut feeling that the answers to everything could be found with Qiao Jin.
So, he had been secretly observing Qiao Jin all day. Naturally, her leaving now didn't escape his notice.
There was just one thing…
