"Hey, isn't this Chu Zhiqin?!" A scream pierced the silence, like a rusty knife scraping against sheet metal, making it very unpleasant to hear.

Chu Zhiqin was right; the owner of that voice was indeed Luo Qian.

Luo Qian's sallow face first showed a shocked expression, as if she had seen something unbelievable. Then, it was filled with a fake smile, and she shouted at the top of her lungs.

This scene was so absurd, it was like something out of a farce.

The background to this farce is that Xi Xi's father, Xi Zhongcang, has a much younger brother named Xi Zhantao. Luo Qian is Xi Zhantao's wife.

Before Luo Qian could finish speaking, the figures in the bushes suddenly jolted. Chu Zhiqin's gaze was immediately drawn to them, and she saw a hunched-over middle-aged man slowly peek out from the bushes.

Although the years have left deep marks on his face, Chu Zhiqin recognized him at a glance—Xi Zhantao.

Xi Zhantao used to always have his hair slicked back, looking incredibly dashing. He wasn't a particularly bad person, but he wasn't a particularly good one either. He seemed spoiled by his family and acted domineeringly at home, taking advantage of his parents' favoritism.

However, his hair was now matted together in clumps, clinging tightly to his scalp, making him look quite unkempt. He was wrapped in a dirty mink coat, as if it hadn't been washed in a long time, and he was clutching a rusty kitchen knife tightly in his hand.

"Where?" Another voice came from behind Luo Qian.

Chu Zhiqin looked in the direction of the sound and saw a young man dust himself off and then stand up with a limp.

Even without seeing his face clearly, she could guess that this young man must be Xi Zhantao and Luo Qian's son, Xi Xi's cousin—Xi Yunchen.

Xi Zhantao ignored his wife Luo Qian. He pushed open the convenience store door with a kitchen knife in his hand and strode in. He first looked around and saw the empty shelves lying haphazardly to the side before he looked at Chu Zhiqin and her group, a look of surprise in his eyes.

"Sister-in-law, where are the supplies here?" Xi Zhantao looked at Chu Zhiqin as if it were his due, without even a greeting.

"Tsk, what do you think? Look at her..." Luo Qian muttered softly to her husband, scrutinizing Chu Zhiqin from head to toe with a critical eye.

"Look at what you're wearing. It's a bit tattered, but it's still quite clean. You must have found a good place to hide, right? Unlike us, we're always running around looking for food."

Such tattered clothes… It seems the third-place winner in the previous silk competition wasn't the "Chu Zhiqin" they knew. Luo Qian weighed the situation in her mind, feeling disappointed yet inexplicably proud.

It seems my brother wasn't lying; that person named Bo Zhijing really is just someone with the same name.

Luo Qian immediately felt disgusted, and her initial enthusiasm vanished. She thought she was doing well and arrogantly raised her chin, unaware that in other people's eyes they looked like refugees who hadn't eaten for days.

Xi Zhantao's eyes flickered, and he sniffed the air as if he had detected something unusual. A meaningful smile appeared on his lips as he said, "Hey sister-in-law, have you been secretly hiding something delicious from us? I smell pork."

Pork? Luo Qian's heart tightened. How could Chu Zhiqin dare to eat meat so recklessly?

She looked at Chu Zhiqin with disdain: "Where are the supplies hidden here? Sister-in-law, you wouldn't be so desperate as to eat all the food here, would you? Eating it all by yourself?"

His nephew, Xi Yunchen, also came over. He glared at Chu Zhiqin through gritted teeth, his eyes filled with jealousy and pity. He hadn't eaten pork in days… Aunt? With her?

"Aunt, don't think that just because you're putting on a pitiful act, I'll pity you. In this survival game, who doesn't survive by their own abilities? If you really have anything good to eat, bring it out and share it with everyone!"

He snorted coldly and continued, "Even if you're not related to us by blood, hand over the supplies for the sake of your uncle!"

Chu Zhiqin finally couldn't hold back any longer. She glared at her cousin and said angrily, "Don't you have any manners? How can you talk to your elders like that?"

From the very beginning, Chu Zhiqin was in a state of shock and lingering fear. She was shocked to encounter Xi Zhantao's family here, and she was terrified about the safety of her husband, Xi Zhongcang.

According to the game rules, Xi's father, Xi's grandmother, aunt Xi Yiren, and uncle Xi Zhantao should be in the same team because they belong to the same household registration.

The current situation is that the eldest aunt, Xi Yiren, has already left the group, and the younger uncle, Xi Zhantao, and his family have also joined them long ago. So why is it that only Xi's father is missing?

This clearly didn't make sense. Chu Zhiqin was deeply worried and couldn't even hear Luo Qian's sarcastic remarks until the vampires started demanding supplies.

Cheng's father and Liu Enxi, who were standing to the side, had no idea about Chu Zhiqin's relationship with these people, so they didn't speak up to help. But when they heard Chu Zhiqin reprimanding the arrogant young man in front of them, they breathed a sigh of relief.

It turns out they really were poor relatives... But thankfully, Chu Zhiqin and these greedy relatives were clearly not birds of a feather.

"Hey Zhiqin, what my son said isn't wrong, okay? You haven't forgotten about our eldest brother now that you're living a good life, have you?" Luo Qian said with a mocking look, glancing meaningfully behind her before noticing that there was no one there.

"Where is he?" Xi Zhantao, who had been wearing a malicious smile, was also stunned. As if he remembered something, he hurriedly ran out of the convenience store.

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