Nangong Xun asked Anqing puzzledly, "Aren't we supposed to be building a base? Why not take these survivors to our own base?"
With a cigarette dangling from his mouth, Anqing—without Ruanruan around—would occasionally sneak in a smoke or two.
Exhaling smoke while dressed in black, he exuded a bit of a ruffian air as he drove the car.
"Too many cooks spoil the broth, plus our main task right now is to find the equipment you need. Taking them along would mean spending time caring for them. Are you up for it?"
Moreover, with just their small group, they also had to look after the two children, Ruanruan and Jiang Jincheng. If there were more people, they'd have to manage them, leaving no time to watch over the kids.
So he had no plans to recruit more people for now.
Nangong could just secretly continue his virus research; they might as well treat this instance as a special kind of vacation, quietly enjoying themselves.
