After they left, Lin Jingyang and Yan Mo also went back.
"It's so draining to deal with people," Lin Jingyang said wearily, sitting on the sofa.
"Then become stronger. Once you're powerful, no one will dare to trivially chat with you, observe your moods, or conspire against you. It's pointless," Xia Yue advised.
"I understand. I'll strive to become more formidable," Lin Jingyang nodded in agreement.
"That's good. Have you informed your father to buy food grains?" Xia Yue asked, nodding back.
"I forgot about that. I'll contact him now, but my dad can't leave the house. If my dad sends others here, they might think that my dad has gone mad, that he is sending them here to their deaths," Lin Jingyang grew anxious. Just as he was about to contact his dad, he remembered that this place was a zombie den and that those people wouldn't have dared to come here if it weren't for the dangerous situation Uncle Qi Ran was in.
