After organizing the luggage and collecting the spoils from the luxury hotel, everyone boarded the bus and left.

Sun Yuhang carried Song Qi's body, while Yang Tao sat silently in the back of the bus, with no one nearby.

Jiang Yu: Let's add each other as friends. Even if we can't chat, just seeing your names lit up feels nice.

Wang Yao: Don't suddenly go dark on me one day, I'll be sad. Old Feng, drink less, don't drink yourself to death one day.