Wang Zongxuan nodded seriously. "You should just give up. I'm worried you could strip down to your underwear and still not be able to move this machine back."
Ji Taixian: "..."
'He felt like his good brother was mocking him, but it seemed he had no way to argue back.'
Sheepishly retracting his hands, Ji Taixian glanced at Ms. Ning's mother. "Aunt Song, let's go find Ms. Ning."
Song You'ai nodded.
'Her daughter was way faster at collecting things than this dolt, Tai Xian!'
'She's surely finished by now.'
As the four of them were talking, Xie Ning walked toward them with light steps. "We..."
Before she could finish, Ji Taixian pointed behind her with a horrified look on his face. "Ms. Ning, something just shot past over there."
Xie Ning turned to look with a grave expression, but the row of production lines appeared completely normal.
"It came from the workshop back there," Wang Zongxuan said, frowning.
"What was it? A person or a zombie?"
