"I... I..." Du Ruo quickly squatted and gathered the bags of snacks scattered on the floor. After a moment's thought, she shoved one bag back at Su Qingyun and clutched the rest to her chest.
She said apologetically to the two of them, "I can't give you any more. There are too many of us."
Feng Moxi lowered her head and let out a cold laugh. 'So this is the bandit logic of the Apocalypse,' she thought. 'They feel completely justified portioning out food that isn't even theirs.'
Su Qingyun clutched the food tightly. She glanced back at Feng Moxi but ultimately said nothing more.
Hu Jie ignored the two of them. He and his group quickly left the storage room, shutting the door behind them.
They passed the frozen goods section. Forcing themselves to endure the stench, they still rummaged through the food inside, but in the end, they all just shook their heads.
Clearly, no intact food remained.
