Watching the woman's distant figure, Tang Xiaoquan's face showed a sense of happiness that was hard to describe.
Meeting Wei Yang in the apocalypse was undoubtedly the thing he was most grateful to the heavens for.
As Wei Yang left, Tang Xiaoquan turned around, his gaze fell on the bus. Familiar faces looked blankly outside the vehicle.
"Sigh!" Tang Xiaoquan sighed helplessly, thinking that compared to him, his brothers were much more unfortunate.
Putting away his feelings of happiness, Tang Xiaoquan sorted out his emotions and started walking toward the bus.
Upon boarding, Old Lin and Zhang Zhicai were comforting He Jing in the rear seat.
Tang Xiaoquan waved a greeting, then proceeded to Wang Qiang's seat.
After sitting down, he reached out and petted the small coal ball curled in Wang Qiang's arms.
Coal ball obediently licked Tang Xiaoquan's wrist with its tongue; Tang Xiaoquan was one of the few people who could enjoy such an honor.
"Qiang, we've arrived."
