Yu Wenye did not immediately speak, just looked at her, seeming to hesitate whether to tell her. Yet before he made any decision, Shang Ruyi already said, "Even if you don't tell me, I will inquire myself."
"..."
"Others may not know as well as you do, and if they say something random, I'll only worry more."
"..."
"So, it's better if you just tell me now."
Upon hearing her say this, it made sense, though there was a hint of complaint in her tone that made Yu Wenye couldn't help but laugh lightly. But in the next moment, his expression turned serious as he said, "Today, 36 people died in Changle Square."
"Thirty-six?"
Shang Ruyi opened her eyes wide, somewhat surprised.
Though she knew it was impossible for no one to die from the epidemic, thirty-six people dying on the first day was still shocking.
Thinking about it, she hurriedly asked, "These people are—?"
