"Of course," Song Youzhi sighed. "Will rescue even come? I doubt it."
Xie Ning's expression was placid. "Rescue will definitely come, but whether it arrives in the next day or two is another story."
"Huh?" Song Kexin was stunned. "Sis, so they're just going to stay locked in that small conference room and wait for rescue? How many people are in there?"
"Seventeen or eighteen people." Xie Ning took a deep breath. "I checked. There are only a few bottles of water in the conference room and no food."
"And think about it. With that many people trapped in the conference room, forget eating and drinking—they'll have to relieve themselves, right? How long can they hold it in?"
When the time comes for that many people to take care of their bodily needs in a small conference room, the smell… It would probably be enough to make your skin crawl.
