After an awkward exchange of glances, they both turned to look at Li Qingming, seemingly in expectation of some sort of consolation.
But they saw Li Qingming murmuring with a face full of regret, "Time is too tight, otherwise I should have squeezed more juice out of him."
All right...
This person alone, absolutely does not need any comfort, even if he personally created doomsday, he would never need any psychological counseling.
In the midst of Li Qingming's regret, the sky outside the window suddenly lit up.
Li Qingming also stood up timely, pulling out his pocket watch.
8:10:00.
The sixth day has come, and morning is upon us.
Without needing any extraneous instructions, the family quickly got ready and assembled at the front door.
Compared to yesterday, Ji Xiaoxiang had undoubtedly undergone the most change.
She layered a bulletproof vest under her school uniform, wore a fierce-looking woolly hat on her head, and gripped a perfect stick in her hand.
