Chen Jinpeng had taken the initiative to help him look for his sister back then, and Qi Xing had always remembered that kindness. "Of course."
The request was not excessive.
Food and weapons were the scarcest things in the apocalypse. Clothes were practically free for the taking and worth very little.
Thinking that Chen Yuzhu was a girl, Qi Xing looked at Jiang Zhaosu after answering.
Jiang Zhaosu was hiding behind him, watching Chen Yuzhu with wide, round black eyes.
Chen Yuzhu was about the same age as Duan Yuanyuan. She was tall and slender, and quite beautiful as well.
But Duan Yuanyuan had a more glamorous, seductive kind of beauty, while Chen Yuzhu's features were delicate and refined, making her seem elegant and quiet.
Feeling Qi Xing's gaze, Jiang Zhaosu looked up and understood immediately. "My clothes probably won't fit her."
It couldn't be helped. She was so short that she wore almost nothing but children's clothing!
Qi Xing looked at Jiang Zhaosu's small, thin frame, then at the tall Chen Yuzhu. "...Seems so."
Sigh. When would Fortune finally grow taller?
Qi Xing found two thick, warm men's coats in the supply crate. After thinking it over, he also wrapped up two loaves of bread and two bottles of water inside them.
He handed the things to Chen Jinpeng.
Feeling the weight of what he held, Chen Jinpeng froze. Then tears actually welled in his eyes. At his age, his voice choked up as he said, "Manager Qi..."
"It hasn't been easy for anyone," Qi Xing said. "Do your best to stay alive from now on."
Chen Jinpeng's nose stung. He closed his eyes and nodded heavily.
When the others saw that Chen Jinpeng had successfully gotten clothes from Qi Xing, they began to stir as well.
After all,