As soon as he reached the bottom of the building, Old Zhao heard a clamor. Looking up, it seed that Huang Yong was arguing with soone.
This couldn't help but make Old Zhao's heart tighten, thinking sothing had gone awry with the transaction, and he quickened his pace.
But a subordinate beside him, who didn't seem bothered, blocked his way and said, "Hey, why are you walking so fast, going to a funeral or what!"
Old Zhao was anxious and got angry, "Aren't you aware at the front..."
"None of your damn business! Stay put!" He was cut off imdiately.
Another subordinate approached from the side, "Damn, it's Yang Xue again. That woman really is a handful."
"Nonsense, her man was taken, do you think she'd be in a good mood?"
"Haha, no man? Then co find , I can help her cool off!"
"Screw you! You? Say that in front of the boss if you dare."
...
"Hey, are those people at the back the survivors?"
Slightly stunned, the two subordinates looked at each other, and then both looked toward the nearby woman.
Seeing them not answering, the woman's expression changed and she repeated her question.
This ti the subordinates quickly replied, "Yes! Yes!"
Coming closer, the woman nad Yang Xue glanced over Old Zhao and the others, "Are you the ones doing the transaction this ti?"
To this, Huang Yong was quite displeased, "Yang Xue, this has nothing to do with you, don't interfere with my work."
But Yang Xue was exceptionally assertive. Not only did she not accept Huang Yong's words, she rolled her eyes at him, then walked straight to Old Zhao, raised her willow-like brows, and said, "Hi, I'm Yang Xue. I need to leave this hellhole. Could you take to the villa? Thanks."
After saying that, regardless of Old Zhao being dumbfounded, she headed straight for the Jianghuai truck.
By the ti Hu Xiaodong caught up, she had already opened the compartnt door and climbed in, with an attitude that said she was going along, no matter what they thought.
Seeing this, Old Zhao felt it was difficult to act harshly, so he looked at Huang Yong helplessly and asked, "Haha, Mr. Huang, what's the deal with this Miss Yang? What should I do?"
"What to do? Just let it happen!"
"Huh?"
"What's 'huh'? Didn't you hear her? She wants to leave here and go back to the villa with you! Then just take her!"
"This..."
Old Zhao couldn't discern whether Huang Yong was serious or if it was just out of the wrath from their previous argunt.
Besides, it was unclear whether the woman's appearance had other motives.
While Old Zhao was deep in thought, unable to make a decision, Tang Xiaoquan spoke up, "Haha, Mr. Huang, the villa is under Mr. Liu's property, having soone live there is no problem. But with more people cos more food consumption. If Miss Yang cos, we'll do our best to take care of her, but in these tough tis gathering supplies is hard, and we don't know how long Miss Yang plans to stay. If there's a shortage of food, well, we can endure hardship, but as for Miss Yang..."
"Get two bags of rice!"
"Yes!"
Soon, two bags of 10 kg long-grain fragrant rice were placed in front of Tang Xiaoquan. Huang Yong kicked them over, "A total of 20 kg, enough to feed your pigs! Any more questions?"
It seed the relationship between Huang Yong and the woman was quite strained. Although it was unclear what exactly happened between them, faced with this 20 kg of rice, Tang Xiaoquan couldn't find a reason not to accept it, and imdiately confird, "No problem, we'll take Miss Yang along!"
Tang Xiaoquan's answer really surprised Old Zhao and the others. Initially, Old Zhao intended to use an excuse to avoid it, but given the current situation....
Oh well, after all, it's just one woman, and even if she causes trouble, it shouldn't be a big deal.
Besides, she's already in the car, it wouldn't be good to rough up a woman.
So, Old Zhao gave a nodding response.
After the transaction, Huang Yong didn't want to continue entangling with them, his mood extrely foul from the earlier fight with Yang Xue.
So after completing the final verification and handover with Old Zhao, he gave the go-ahead.
On the way back, Tang Xiaoquan no longer sat in the co-driver's seat as he did on the way there, but instead cramd into the back compartnt with Wang Qiangqiang.
He intended to take advantage of the long journey to talk to Yang Xue, to understand more about her character, and also to find out so of his own questions.
This was one of the reasons why he agreed to keep Yang Xue.
"Hello, I'm Tang Xiaoquan, very pleased to et you."
"Wang Qiang, as in strong as a king, rember not to call Qiangqiang, you know, I'm not that annoying!"
"Haha!" Yang Xue was amused by Wang Qiang's sowhat silly self-introduction, clearly, after so ti in the apocalypse, the geeky Wang Qiang was not as awkward as before around won anymore.
Tang Xiaoquan rolled his eyes at his brother, then said, "Yang Xue, don't mind him, my brother's just being silly! By the way, you're Liu Yunpeng's girlfriend, aren't you?"
"Don't talk nonsense, I've always been single! I have nothing to do with that bastard! He's just trash." Yang Xue suddenly burst out as if provoked. Despite her effort to sever ties with Liu Yunpeng, the slightly sad look in her eyes betrayed her.
Tang Xiaoquan didn't have a good impression of this heavily made-up girl, even to the point of aversion.
To him, a woman's beauty should co naturally from within, not from layers of makeup.
But his brother Wang Qiang was different, seeing Yang Xue's sad deanor, he couldn't help but feel compassion.
He felt a desire to protect her, a feeling unrelated to love or affection.
"Yang Xue, Liu Yunpeng is indeed a bad guy. I knew he was a playboy the mont I saw him, so don't waste your emotions on him."
"Tch! Am I upset? Not at all, you think I am, so you assu I am,"
Yang Xue's attitude was explosive as always, and Wang Qiang was left confused by her tongue-twister.
"Alright, Qiang, Miss Yang doesn't want to talk about Liu Yunpeng, let's drop it. Oh, right, Miss Yang, you've been staying in the warehouse for a while, you should know sothing about the situation there."
Tang Xiaoquan tily changed the topic, while gradually guiding the conversation toward his own topic of interest. (To be continued. If you like this work, please visit qidian to vote for recomndations and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please visit m.qidian to read.)
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