Everyone was busy and everything was methodically done under He Peiyuan's orders. The people who cleaned the road, just cleaned the road without doing anything else, and most of the women were arranged to help Shangguan Yuxin. The sudden delivery on the way of the apocalypse was really dangerous.
The pregnant woman in the carriage yelled hysterically. Jiang Zuo held the door's frame tightly and he was covered in sweat. It was like he had just come out from the water.
The gunshot had shocked Kuang Zhiran. He shook his head and then looked around incredibly. He could not believe that everyone was ignoring him, the man with the special identity. What's worse for him, he was almost trashed by the vehicle.
"Ah! Ah—" The woman in the carriage screamed like a ghost.
At that moment, several people carried water and the bottles of water were poured into the bucket.
Kuang Zhiran was ferocious since he had not taken a bath for days, "These assh*les!"
