Chapitre 601: Passing troops are worse than bandits

Before long, Lou Cheng cleared his mind and said placidly to Yan Zheke, "Ke Ke, we might not have signal later, so I'm gonna call the Embassy now to get a gist of the situation. Do me a favor by packing the luggage. Keep important items and necessities in the backpack. We don't need too many clothes—two sets will suffice. Dump the rest in the rolling suitcase. Be prepared, we might have to abandon those."

The message that was just sent had the Embassy's number.

It was Yan Zheke's first time encountering something like this, so she panicked a little, but Lou Cheng's calm voice and confidence helped her collect herself. Reassured, she nodded.

"I got it."

She put on her clothes and scrambled to the sofa, where she laid out the luggage and picked out necessities.

Lou Cheng stood by the French window, phone in hand. Gazing at the burning buildings outside, he dialed the Embassy's number.