He Mingxuan's expression changed slightly, a trace of surprise, a trace of indifference. In the past, according to He Mingxuan's personality, he would have definitely lashed out, perhaps saying something like, "What the hell are you pretending for?"
But now, he remained silent, just quietly staring at Lin Fan. After a moment, he finally spoke slowly.
"Did you clear all the zombies on the street?"
"Yes, you must feel very safe going out to find supplies now, right? No worries, most of them have been cleared by me. You just need to be a little careful."
He Mingxuan found it hard to understand Lin Fan, who once was just a draftsman. Suddenly, he had changed so drastically—it was truly bewildering.
Lin Fan looked towards the car.
The back of the van was stacked with supplies, and a very robust man was sitting in the passenger seat.
He smiled at the man, as a way of greeting him.
