Inside the mansion, when Bai Meiyue returned to the living room, she saw Jiang Haidai and Tong Huan waiting for her. The two of them had just finished with their own things, and when they heard that Bai Meiyue was talking with Xu Yiyi, they couldn’t help but turn curious. They wondered what the two women were talking about. Especially Tong Huan, who wanted to send those women out of the safe base before they could ruin the atmosphere of the safe base.
Who knows what kind of trouble those women might bring to the safe base if they were to stay here?
Jiang Haidai, who finished feeding her son, turned to look at Bai Meiyue and asked her with contempt dripping from her voice, "Miss Bai, what did that woman say to you? Is she willing to leave the safe base with the rest of the vixens?"
She had heard everything from Tong Huan and didn’t have a good impression of those women. She thought that they were nothing good. After all, even she, who was pregnant and had a son, was willing to kill zombies. But those women, instead of working hard, were selling their bodies. It was really too much.
Bai Meiyue smiled when she heard the words of Jiang Haidai. She softly asked, "Do you think that they are not good people?"
"Of course—"
"Then what kind of person do you think you two would have become if I hadn’t helped you two?"
Jiang Haidai and Tong Huan were taken aback by the question that Bai Meiyue asked them. The two of them looked at one another and frowned. Tong Huan didn’t seem to understand what Bai Meiyue was trying to say to her, but Jiang Haidai understood. She parted her lips, wanting to say something, but couldn’t; after all, she knew that if Bai Meiyue had not come to her aid, as well as her two children, then they would have suffered quite a lot. And maybe they would have fallen into the same pit as Xu Yiyi.
Back then, as soon as the world ended, she and her son were locked up by her husband. But they were not the only ones who were trapped on that floor; many other men came to stay on that floor after locking up the doors. Neither of them went down to hunt the zombies, nor did they try to look for supplies. The eyes of those men had glided down and up her body many times.


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