Jin Qianqian felt a bit panicked. Over the past few days, more and more people had been following behind their group. But they couldn't be blamed for being selfish; there was only so much water on hand, and she could only help so many.
Thinking about human nature, Gu Wenheng grew alert. "Wait a moment. Every time, it's always our refugee group that manages to find water. People are starting to get suspicious."
Compared to these refugees, Gu Wenheng cared most about Jin Qianqian. He couldn't put her in danger just to help these people.
"But everyone is out of water."
Just as Jin Qianqian finished speaking, Gu Wenheng reached out and flicked her forehead. Seeing her aggrievedly covering the spot, his heart ached for her. "Did that hurt? Your husband was wrong."
"Qianqian," Gu Wenheng said, his tone turning serious after his moment of tenderness. "Think about it. If it weren't for our arrival, how much longer could these people have held on?"
