It was easy to imagine that if he were with people he wasn't close to when danger struck,
Zou Baixuan would probably kick them away without a second thought,
just to buy himself more time to escape.
Such a selfish act was simply despicable.
"Don't you talk nonsense."
Zou Baixuan's eyes went wide with panic. Veins bulged on his forehead, and his eyes blazed with fury.
He had, of course, keenly sensed the shift in everyone's attitude toward him.
Even the few rich kids who usually hung out with him all day,
friends who were as close as blood brothers, were now slowly distancing themselves from him.
In a dangerous situation like this, steeped in an air of terror,
being isolated was like being pushed to the edge of a cliff.
He knew all too well how dangerous it was—he could be plunged into a desperate situation at any moment.
"Talking nonsense? I think everyone here knows who's really talking nonsense,"
Sun Canxing said with a look of utter contempt.
