After entering the house, Chen Weihua pulled Zhang Ping onto the sofa.
She looked at Zhang Ping and asked, "Were you injured, so you hid away to recover? Do you need me to arrange a safe house for you?"
"Sister Weihua, I actually came this time mainly because I hoped you could help me." Zhang Ping tried to pull his hand free from Chen Weihua's grasp without showing it, but failed. He could only look at her and get to the point first.
Chen Weihua frowned. "Help you? What are you trying to do? The atmosphere in the city has been a little strange lately. Does it have something to do with what you're doing now?"
"The atmosphere in the city? No, it doesn't. What I'm doing now is more important and meaningful than a single city." Zhang Ping paused, then shook his head.
He then told Chen Weihua how he had discovered parallel worlds and why he had founded the Rescue Team.
Looking at Chen Weihua, he said seriously, "Sister Weihua, the Rescue Team has now successfully taken control of two parallel worlds, but we don't have qualified management personnel in the organization. You could even say it's a complete mess, nothing more than a makeshift crew. So I hope Sister Weihua can help me properly organize the Rescue Team."
"Zhang Ping... are you telling the truth? Why does it feel like you're joking?" Chen Weihua asked incredulously.
It wasn't that she lacked the ability to accept things. The information Zhang Ping had revealed was simply too outrageous.
It was too bizarre and absurd.
Chen Weihua probably felt like someone had told her he was an ape-man from the Stone Age, tricked by Americans into building railroads, encountered an alien spaceship while escaping, ended up taking part in an