"Since you were there, why didn't you tell Xingzhi where the rest of the victims were buried?" Jiang Yao asked. "That should be quite easy for you, right?"
"Why should I? It's a natural disaster. God must have wanted to punish them. Why should I be a good person?" Moe Wei cocked his tail. "It's not like I buried them."
Jiang Yao was speechless and did not know what to say.
She felt that Moe Wei's words made a lot of sense. Moe was getting more courageous.
After Jiang Yao finished eating, she put the dishes back into the pot to keep them warm for Lu Xingzhi. When he did not come back at 10 o'clock, she went to the bedroom to rest.
It was not until midnight that she heard movement in the house. When she reached the door, she saw Lu Xingzhi dragging his exhausted body into the house.