Tang Mo looked at the pleading eyes outside the Protective Shield. The cruelty of the apocalypse had already left countless marks on their faces and bodies.
Whether young or old, their faces were etched with worldly weariness, devoid of any lingering hope.
Tang Mo remained silent for a long time. Wen Jianshu and Lin Yi said nothing either.
Wen Jianshu and Lin Yi were both very sensible people. They understood the situation before them clearly. The only reason they weren't freezing outside, the reason they were the objects of others' envy—it was all because of Tang Mo.
Therefore, they would unconditionally support any decision she made and would never dream of acting on their own.
As Tang Mo stood in silence, a woman from the crowd suddenly lunged into the Protective Shield. After dropping something she was holding, she immediately retreated and knelt outside, kowtowing toward them again and again.
