Was something wrong with Zhao Lei?
Looking at Zhao Lei standing outside the window and speaking to him, Yang Jian, who had been classmates with him for three years and had gotten along well with Zhang Wei's group, felt a strangely unfamiliar sensation.
He could not put that unfamiliarity into words; it was simply a feeling that something was off.
Yang Jian examined Zhao Lei but found nothing unusual.
"Wang Shanshan's family is fine, though her own condition isn't very good. Zhang Wei is still the same, staying home all day playing games and streaming. Are you looking for them? Why don't we get together? Although Sun Ren and Liu Qi haven't returned, and eldest cousin and Miao Xiaoshan aren't here either, it can still count as a small class reunion," Yang Jian said.
"Shut up." Zhao Lei, who had been fairly calm just moments ago, suddenly became violent and slammed his palm onto the hood.
The hood immediately caved in over a large area. All sorts of alarms went off inside the car, and even the airbags deployed.
"Why? Why did you save their family but not mine? Are Wang Shanshan's and Zhang Wei's families' lives worth something, while my family's lives aren't?" Zhao Lei roared in a low voice. Like a crazed beast, he looked emotionally agitated.
Yang Jian frowned. That strange feeling still lingered in his heart, but faced with Zhao Lei's accusation, he calmly said, "Zhao Lei, all I can offer regarding what happened to you is regret and sympathy. Perhaps many of your family members died in this supernatural incident, but I never wanted that outcome either."
"This was a large-scale supernatural incident. No one could avoid it. There are only so many people I can look after. Someone's tragedy was bound to happen."
"So