"Chu Hui, you!" Ding Dayong clenched his molars, wishing he could immediately land a heavy punch on Chu Hui beside him.
Unfortunately, his limbs were tightly bound by Jiang Yan.
Moreover, the temperature was so low that the urine he had scared out earlier had already frozen into ice.
He now didn't even dare to move, fearing that a careless action would damage his eggs.
The thought of this filled Ding Dayong with despair and rage.
He hated the extreme cold, he hated the apocalypse, he hated the hypocrite Chu Hui beside him, he hated everything!
"Anger, is often the most impotent display of humans. Little girl, wouldn't you agree I'm right?"
Chu Hui sneered, then looked at Jiang Yan with gentle eyes, "I forgot to ask, miss, what's your honored surname?"
Jiang Yan ignored his attempt at friendliness, pulled over a stool to sit, and immediately lifted the electric saw in her hand, resting it on the other's arm, the switch ready to engage: