"Look at her, she's not crying or making a fuss, she's very well-behaved. Please, take her out."
At this moment, Wu Jie's husband, Wang Youwei, had already been bitten on the back of the neck by Wang Dewen.
Screams erupted from inside the house, and he knew he couldn't delay any longer. He had no choice but to snatch Wenwen away.
"Let go! If you don't let go, nobody's leaving."
Wu Jie hurriedly withdrew her hand, glancing reluctantly at Wenwen in his arms.
He climbed out of the window and stood on the windowsill outside, intending to turn back and call for Wu Jie to come out quickly.
But it was too late. Liang Guoping rushed towards the window, but Wu Jie decisively raised a stool to block him, shouting at him without even turning her head.
"Run!"
He didn't like Wu Jie. She was snobbish, had a sharp tongue, was selfish, and petty. They even had an argument when they were sharing porridge in the morning.
But back then, he thought she was great.
The hotel was decorated in a European style, with many canopies and niches outside, which made it convenient for him to find a place to stay, and he eventually made it down from the sixth floor to the first floor without any problems.
He didn't know what was happening at the hotel, but he knew without even thinking what it was like.
After escaping last night, he had nowhere to go and had to hide from zombies all the way. Finally, he found this construction site.
Because of the surrounding railings, and because there were no workers inside during the apocalypse, it is relatively safe for the time being.
Now he's worried, wondering what to do next.
If Fu Xihan finds out he's not dead, will he send people to hunt him down?
What's even more worrying is that Wenwen seems a bit off. Before, at the hotel, she seemed exceptionally well-behaved and quiet.
In addition, Wu Jie kept her in her arms the whole time, so her presence was already low and he didn't pay much attention to her.
Only now did he belatedly realize something was wrong. From the time he took over last night until now, Wenwen hadn't cried, gotten angry, or spoken; she'd been expressionless, lost in thought, and wouldn't respond when asked...
Realizing this problem, Yu Ping felt like he had taken on a hot potato, feeling lost and worried.
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