As the zombies grew stronger, Meng Changwei felt immense pressure as a boss, utterly exhausted and overwhelmed!
"Boss, do you think Master Zhang will let us live up on the mountain? That tourism resort doesn't look bad!"
Xiaowei, while adding zombie chunks to the furnace, asked with an expression of longing on his face.
Just then, a big sister walked out of the bedroom opposite, patted the dust off her clothes, and chimed in, "I doubt it. The best he'll do is let Old Meng live there. We don't have that kind of influence."
The two bedrooms faced each other, convenient for separating men and women. Meng Changwei heard the big sister's words, smiled, and gestured with his hand, "Even if Master Zhang lets me go, I wouldn't. I'd stay with everyone, we... hmm?"
