Returning to the living room, it was close to noon, and the survivors who had just settled after a series of life-and-death escapes inevitably felt an intense hunger.
"Clap, clap, clap!" Tang Xiaoquan clapped three times in succession. Although he knew that discussing matters at this critical moment wasn't quite appropriate, an apocalypse was ultimately an apocalypse. You must be well-prepared in ordinary times to respond calmly when a crisis arises.
So...
"Haha," Tang Xiaoquan let out a slightly awkward laugh and forced himself to speak energetically, "Uh, everyone, sorry, I know you're all very tired now, but there are a few things we should address as soon as possible."
No one responded, and everyone just gazed at Tang Xiaoquan with unfocused eyes, making him feel even more uncomfortable.
After all, no matter how smart Tang Xiaoquan was, he couldn't escape the fact that he was a young man barely in his twenties.
