"Whose bag has canned food?" A baffling question spilled out from Tang Xiaoquan's half-open mouth. Wang Qiang instinctively patted the backpack on his chest, puzzled, "I, I have it in my bag, what's up?"
"Give it to me quickly!" As the words fell, Tang Xiaoquan had already grabbed Wang Qiang's backpack and yanked it open.
Seeing his urgent demeanor, Wang Qiang felt even more confused, immediately asking, "What the hell are you trying to do!"
"Don't you think the sound of this Samsung phone is too quiet? It can't draw the beasts' attention outside!" His eyes landed on a can of fruit on the outermost part of the backpack. Without a second thought, Tang Xiaoquan reached out, took it out, and tossed it to Wu Chao.
"What do you mean by this?" A slight stunned expression showed Wu Chao clearly didn't understand what Tang Xiaoquan was up to, his palm-sized plastic face full of bewilderment.
