"Just two pieces of pastry, is it that serious?"
"Yes, it is! This brand and flavor, it's the last box you can find in the city! Once it's finished, we'll have to eat those disaster relief compressed biscuits." Song Yarong said.
"Is this thing really that precious?" Sun Hang was shocked and immediately swept the remaining pastries into his arms, "Thank you Mr. Song, your kindness will never be forgotten!"
"You son of a—" Seeing her last stash of snacks snatched away by Sun Hang, Song Yarong burst out a curse, but Sun Hang's actions were faster than her reaction—as she began to curse, the airtight door of the safe room had already closed, separating Sun Hang and her curse on opposite sides of a thick barrier.
