Ma Zhixuan didn't react.
He turned his head toward the car window and, in the dim light of the overcast sky, watched the survivors outside, wrapped in coral fleece bedding sets, trudging along on the Xiang A Highway.
He suddenly asked,
"Sis-in-law, do you know Hua Mi? What exactly is her relationship with those Garrison guys?"
Qin Zhen's expression froze. Of course, she knew Hua Mi—that woman had been where her husband and Zhou Cheng got their supplies for shipment to City C.
Not someone you'd want to offend.
Even the people from City C had to cozy up to her somewhat.
After all, Hua Mi had a large stockpile of resources.
Qin Zhen frowned, recalling the rumors about Hua Mi and Qin Ziran, and said to Ma Zhixuan,
"Don't go sticking your nose where it doesn't belong. Your girlfriend isn't the worry-free type, either. Look, you've only been with her for a few months, and now she might cause trouble for us."
