He Xing rolled down the window when he saw Zuo Mingdong walk toward their car. Zuo Mingdong asked, "Why don't you guys go down and look for something that can be used?"
He Xing did not speak. Instead, he turned to look at Du Yue. Du Yue shook her head. "We won't be going."
It had been three years since the apocalypse. Even if there were survivors in the city, the supplies would have been used up. Not only was it a waste of time to rummage through the ruins, but they also did not know if the things they found could still be used. They did not want to join in the fun.
Zuo Mingdong looked at them and said hesitantly, "If you're not going, can I trouble you to help take care of the convoy? I'll leave some people behind to deal with any emergencies. If they can't handle it... I may have to trouble you to help. If you can't help, then save yourselves and leave."
