'Was society just too vicious, or was he simply too naive?'
'Why hadn't he seen the immense hatred Xiao Huang Mao harbored for Wang Han and Guangzi...'
"Carry all the bodies out."
"Tai Xian, aren't you supposed to get the car? What are you dawdling for?"
"Oh, right." Ji Taixian started running out, but glanced back at Zhu HuiZhen, who was kneeling in a daze beside the bloody corpse. Unable to bear it, he said, "Have your men burn this body. Otherwise, it'll attract zombies."
Leaving her with those words, Ji Taixian hurried off to get the car.
Song Youzhi and Song You'ai never expected that Ningning would leave with two men only to return with seven.
Three vehicles were parked neatly at the entrance: a Jinbei van and two sedans.
'Are those stolen supplies?' Song You'ai wondered, but she didn't dare to ask.
The moment she returned, Xie Ning was a whirlwind of activity, putting them to work laying bricks for a wall and having her uncle, Song Youzhi, supervise.
