It was unexpected that there would be hand wash left in the IKEA bathroom. Considering the situation at hand, hand wash could be a makeshift shampoo as well.
Honestly speaking, Chen Zuan had never been through this kind of life before, but Lu Shu was calm, "Cultivation brings hardships. If the apocalypse is doomed to befall upon us in the future, there won't be any hand wash on the battlefield. Getting used to it earlier is good for you."
Chen Zuan watched as Lu Shu put the money in his pocket carefully after he was done with his hair wash. Hesitantly, he asked, "Lu Shu, it must have been hard for you after you and Xiaoyu left the orphanage, wasn't it?"
"Really?" Lu Shu smiled, "As long as there's food and shelter, I don't think it's hard."
