After finishing, Wang Hui was ready to drink her porridge. Song Yitang watched as she finished it.
Her stomach churned so violently she could barely hold back the vomit, eventually setting down her own bowl.
She had no idea when Secretary Zhao and the others would arrive. If they didn't come soon, she would have to think of a way to get herself and Wang Hui out of there.
Just as she was about to act against the three men, they hurriedly left right after setting down their porridge.
The starving people swarmed forward, squeezing Song Yitang to the back.
The silver needles were already in hand, but unfortunately, she had to give up and wait for the next opportunity.
"Sister, aren't you eating..."
A girl with pigtails looked at Song Yitang's bowl eagerly.
Song Yitang shook her head, "I'm not eating, if you want it, you can have it."
