The sentries continued their watch, while the rest inside the glass factory were wide awake, all gathered in the workshop.
Zhang Su and his group sat in a circle around Jia Shiqin and his two companions, who appeared like prisoners awaiting trial. A camping lamp was placed nearby, its brightness dimmed by a cover.
Tan Huajun sobbed quietly, while Pei Lan and Yu Qing whispered words of comfort beside her, knowing their words were often in vain but saying them nonetheless.
"Mr. Jia, right? Let me ask you one thing first. What happened to Old Tan's daughter and father? Are they dead, bitten by zombies, or something else?"
Seeing Tan Huajun was already flustered, Zhang Su took over the questioning.
Tan Huajun raised her tear-filled eyes to Jia Shiqin, hoping to hear some good news.
"Um... Xiaolü, Xiaochao, do you know the exact situation with Lanlan and Uncle Tan?"
Jia Shiqin was momentarily stunned by Zhang Su's question and looked at the two by his side.
