How to Raise a Baby in an Apocalypse - Chapter 370:

“Okay, go ahead. I’ll watch over your aunt.” An Ran nods. She isn’t as nosy as Zhao Ru, but she supports her. The world really needs people like Zhao Ru and Tang Siluo—kind, sacred, and persistent.

At least they give the children a way out.

Unconsciously, a cold, hard mask appears on An Ran’s face, but a sharp pinch makes her cheek sting. She exclaims, “Ouch!” and turns her head to see Zhan Lian pinching her cheek.

“What are you doing?” An Ran is a little annoyed and waves his hand away. “Don’t touch me.”

“What are you thinking about so much? It’s like you’re planning something big. Take me with you.”

There’s a mischievous look on his face, as if no matter what An Ran is planning, he’s going to force his way in.

An Ran is a little amused. “Why should I bring you? Why don’t you go kill some rats while you’re at it?”

“Taking a break.” Zhan Lian exhales, sits in the back seat, leans back against the leather chair, and listens to the crying child outside and the old man’s scolding. Seeing there are only three of them in the car, he asks casually, “I remember you used to give money to beggars you met on the road. Why don’t you anymore?”

An Ran, holding Doll beside him, turns her head away and looks out the window with an indifferent expression.

Outside, the old men begging with their children surround Liang Ziyu and the others, asking for the children. The children are about three or four years old, barefoot and dirty; some cry while others are too scared to say a word.

Liang Ziyu and the others explain that there’s a welfare organization at Tang Siluo’s place and ask them to wait with their children until Tang Siluo’s people come to pick them up.

But the pitiful old people look frightened and desperately try to take their children back. Liang Ziyu stops them, and the two groups begin to argue.

The nearby survivors choose to protect themselves and stay out of the fight. They watch with wide eyes, hiding behind cars.

Among them stands a white, fat man in two tank tops, fists clenched, angrily shouting at Liang Ziyu, “What’s going on? Planning to steal children? Give the kids back to their old men. Look how pitiful they are! Otherwise, I’ll find people to beat you up.”

Looking at him, it seems he’s a local power figure. As if to confirm his words, more “brave” survivors appear, standing between cars and accusing Liang Ziyu and the others of immoral child stealing.

An Ran can’t take it anymore. She rolls down the window, holds Doll, sticks her head out, and shouts, “Rats are coming! Mutant rats are coming! Everyone run! Copper-skinned zombies are catching up!”

The fat man and the “brave” survivors all freeze in shock.

Zhan Lian immediately opens the car door and yells at Liang Ziyu and the others, like a graduate of the Central Academy of Drama, “Hide quickly! I’m going to kill the rats!”

Even Zhan Lian, captain of the fourth district, looks anxious. The rats must really be coming.

Liang Ziyu and the others run quickly, carrying the children. A few elderly who truly care for their kids run with them.

The remaining “brave” men have long since disappeared.