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Apocalyptic Disasters: Carrying a bun and hoarding supplies novel Chapter 103

"Are you leaving or not?" Mother Bai pulled Bai Zhan behind her and glared at Fang Qing. "I am telling you its impossible for you to stay with our family. We will not bring up the matters of the past but don’t think that we will continue to raise your family for you."

"Take a look outside; we can’t even take care of ourselves. How can we take care of your family?"

"I am his wife!" Fang Qing yelled angrily. She was Bai Zhan’s legal wife; she had married him with all the rituals and processes; how could she not bask in the glory of her husband’s strength?

"Then go ahead and sue!" Mother Bai was not to be outdone. "See if anyone will care about you and your complaints."

This disaster was so tragic that parents were leaving their children and the children were leaving their elderly behind. Just now, when they were returning, a bunch of old and young who were hiding in the alley came out and asked them for help.

At such times, even blood relationships were being tested. What about husband and wife?

After she finished speaking, she pulled Bai Zhan up the stairs with her and went to their floor. Seeing this, Fang Qing wanted to stop her husband but she was stopped by Bai Jixuan, who came to stand in front of her and said, "If you don’t want to lie in bed like your brother, you better not cause trouble for our family."

He then turned on the spot and chased after his mother and brother.

Mother Lei exchanged a look with Father Lei and the two of them ignored Fang Qing as well. They had supplies in their hands but after going through such lengths to get them, how could they share their supplies with someone like Fang Qing?

She was such a selfish woman; if they were to share their supplies with her, not only would she not be grateful, she would actually turn around and say that they had given her too little supplies. It was better to ignore her.

The two of them rushed upstairs and with her parents running away, Lei Yan also didn’t stay with Fang Qing either.

When Fang Qing saw that no one was willing to pay attention to her, she stomped her feet, feeling rather livid.

Bastard! All of them were bastards!

Fang Qing was really angry but at the same time she was also rather scared. She glanced around the silent corridor and turned around on her feet before running back to the apartment where her family was staying. She knocked on the door hurriedly upon arriving.

It was Sister Fang who opened the door. She looked at Fang Qing and then looked behind her when she did not see her brother-in-law. Sister Fang curled her lips in disdain.

"Where is brother Zhan? Did you not say that he will not dare to refuse you?" Sister Fang taunted.

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The rain became much heavier after the Bai family returned home. Though their clothes and appearance were in a mess, Mother Bai still felt as if she had won a battle. Her face was ruddy and she was smiling happily. If Bai Meiyue did not know better, she would have thought her mother found a treasure instead of food and water.

"Yueyue, look. Mother brought food and water," Mother Bai announced proudly as she walked inside the house. "And don’t forget to praise your second brother. He awakened while fighting with the zombies; now he can change into all kinds of animals." frёeωebɳovel.com

Bai Jixuan proudly puffed out his chest when he heard the words of his mother and looked at Bai Meiyue as if he were waiting for her to praise him.

Seeing his expression, Bai Meiyue was amused but she still nodded and said, "You did a good job, brother. We will be relying on you from now on."

"Of course." Bai Jixuan rubbed the tip of his nose smugly. "You should have seen how I took that zombie down. I felt all tingly and giddy and then bam! I was in the body of a wolf. I can’t tell you how weird it felt. But then again, I couldn’t let that zombie bite, mom."

As soon as he finished speaking, Mother Bai glared at him for saying too much nonsense.

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