"What are you standing there stunned for? Go and sort it out!"
Seeing Wang Hao standing there in a daze, the colleague at the bottom of the rung frowned and urged him.
"Hiss———"
Wang Hao took a light breath, and the smile on his face faded. He looked at the three of them, somewhat irritated:
"I say, are you guys brain-dead? Have you figured out the situation? Why should I help you? Why should I provide for your food and shelter?"
"Wang Hao, what do you mean by this? We're colleagues, aren't we?"
"Exactly, we're old classmates! Now it's the apocalypse, we should be supporting each other."
"Wang Hao! Back at the company, I was nice to you, I even bought you bubble tea, remember?"
...
The three of them instantly became unhappy, chattering away.
Even the people behind them also began to criticize Wang Hao.
"Wang Hao, that's wrong of you, we're all friends here, you should help if you can! Even if they're strangers, don't you help people in need?"
