Their search had been fruitless, and by the time George Lin and his party reached the food factory, they found they had walked into a den of wolves and tigers, with no way to escape.
Meanwhile, ever since Qiao Xin's change in perspective, she was no longer as gloomy and cold as she used to be. It was as if she had broken free from some internal restraint and had become much more talkative.
Perhaps because she felt she had gone through thick and thin with Qiao Jin, her attitude toward her had grown much warmer. As for Tang Mo, she hadn't packed much food to begin with, wanting to save space in her bag. She never imagined their luck would be so bad that they wouldn't find a single scrap of food along the way.
But even though the food in her backpack was nearly gone, Tang Mo wasn't worried in the slightest. Thanks to Aunt Hua and Qiao Xin's charity along the way, she was living a rather happy and comfortable life.
