Fang Yi ignored him, focusing only on the four teams in front of him, and asked in a deep voice, "How is it?"

The four teams immediately dispersed to other places, each huddled together and discussed the matter in hushed tones.

Five minutes later, they came back and nodded to Fang Yi.

Seeing this, Fang Yi breathed a sigh of relief, clutched his chest, and walked up to Jiang Nian'an and the other person, saying, "Thank you for your help."

Jiang Nian'an nodded, took out 100 jin of flour, and divided it into 5 equal portions, each weighing 20 jin.

Although the reward was much less than expected, the other four teams knew there was nothing they could do about it, so they took the reward and left.

Zhao Jiwei looked at the small bag of noodles in his hand, a flash of anger in his eyes, and cursed Fang Yi in his heart.

Zhao Hongxue walked up to Fang Yi, deliberately grabbed his arm, and said in a deliberately low voice, "Brother Fang Yi, let's go too~"

Fang Yi almost instinctively shook off her hand, then looked at Jiang Nian'an, only to see that Jiang Nian'an had already gotten into the car.

Shen Nanxing glanced at Fang Yi through the rearview mirror, snorted coldly, started the car, and sped away.

An'an was unaware of Fang Yi's feelings. If he continued to actively cause trouble for Fang Yi, it would make An'an realize that something was wrong.

He would never do something so foolish as to harm himself!

Shen Nanxing floored the accelerator, increasing the car's speed once again, and soon disappeared at the intersection.

Fang Yi stood there stunned for a long time. After a while, he lowered his head, gave a bitter smile, walked to the steps to the side, sat down, and looked up at the sky silently.

Zhao Hongxue, who was pushed aside by him, had a flash of shame and anger in her eyes.

Even if she liked Fang Yi very much, she couldn't help but feel uncomfortable after being humiliated by him time and time again.

Instead of going to Fang Yi's side to comfort him as before, she went to sit down on the other side of the steps and sulked to herself.

"Fang Yi!"

Zhao Jiwei threw the noodles in his hand in front of Fang Yi, unable to suppress his anger any longer.

"Do you have a grudge against supplies?"

He could have gotten 100 jin of noodles, but with just a few words, he lost 80 jin!

Fang Yi turned to Zhao Jiwei and asked, "Do you think we'll even make it back alive if we keep all the rewards for ourselves?"

"Which is more important, supplies or life?"

Two consecutive questions left Zhao Jiwei speechless.

A moment later, Zhao Jiwei also sat down on the steps with a dejected look on his face, looking down at the flour sack at his feet and sighing.