Chen Xin wasn't much of a drinker, and he didn't have the habit of drinking normally. But being able to set aside survival pressures and sit down with friends for a drink after the apocalypse was undoubtedly something that soothed his mind and body.
"So you're saying that the city is relatively stable, and the general situation is still under national control?" While sipping his drink and listening to Mo Qingyan talk about the current situation in the city, Chen Xin finally managed to ease some of his worries.
Mo Qingyan kicked one leg up onto the sofa's armrest and lay horizontally across the broad sofa, holding her wine glass with both hands as she nodded: "Currently, the three large shelters built by the city government accommodate about one-third of the city's population, and they have restarted the water plant, power plant, and train station, so basic survival conditions are still guaranteed.
