Ye Xingchen's words set off a huge commotion in the group. The large group that had been quiet for a long time became active again.
"What... Really?"
"Is he lying? Would Ye Xingchen be so kind?"
"Yeah, and don't forget he killed so many neighbors."
"That's right, that's right. Maybe this is some kind of trap. We can't believe it."
"I can't take it anymore. Whether it's true or not, I have to go and take a look. I really can't take it anymore. I haven't eaten anything for three days!"
The group chat was noisy, and many people could not help but run to Zhang Yi's side to see if it was true.
"Heavens…Heavens! It's actually true!"
Zhang Yi and the others were wriggling on the balcony, cursing and swearing, but no one in the house paid any attention to them.
Everyone's attention was drawn to the open boxes of food in the corridor.
A photo was posted in the group, showing boxes of potatoes that had been touched.
