Apocalypse: I watch a survival game in a safe house

Zhu Yunque's simple action made Zhang Yi realize a fact.

He and the woman in front of him were not from the same social class—at least that was the case before the end of the world.

But now, those who still stick to the old ways are either too powerful or too naive.

Zhang Yi ignored Zhu Yunque's words and just glanced at the Rolex on his wrist. "It's almost noon. Let's go. I still need to have lunch after meeting Zhu Shuai."

After saying that, Zhang Yi walked straight past Zhu Yunque and headed outside.

Zhu Yunque was stunned for a moment.

She didn't expect that Zhang Yi would be so disrespectful to her. She had given him her suggestions in a nice tone, but he simply ignored her?

"You...wait a moment! The commander asked me to take you there."

Zhu Yunque said somewhat displeased.

Zhang Yi said without turning his head: "It's not like I don't know the way."

Zhu Yunque clenched his fists in his pockets, gritted his teeth and stared at Zhang Yi's back.

If looks could kill, the clothes on Zhang Yi's back would have been cut into strips by her sharp gaze.

But thinking of Zhu Zheng's reminder, she calmed down and quickly followed.

"That won't do. I'm here on a mission. If I don't take you with me, my boss will dock my salary!"

Zhang Yi just glanced at her and didn't say anything.

He had seen young ladies from wealthy families like this before, and when he was working in the group, he had also come into contact with some people with connections.

Although they cannot be said to be arrogant, they are all arrogant in their bones.

No matter how well they hide it on the surface, their inner pride will still be revealed inadvertently.

Zhu Yunque disliked that he didn't take off his gloves when shaking hands.

No matter how well she behaved, she revealed an unspoken intention - she thought her status was higher than Zhang Yi's.

And no normal person would care about such a trivial matter as whether to wear gloves when shaking hands in the extremely cold apocalypse.

Zhu Yunque also noticed Zhang Yi's displeasure and said with a smile, "Why, are you unhappy just because of such a small matter?"

Her eyebrows raised as if they could dance.

"I heard from the commander that you are a very powerful person. Are you so petty?"

Zhang Yi said in a tone that didn't want to pay attention to her: "I'm carsick and don't want to talk."

The two people came outside and Zhu Yunque's car was parked there.

Zhu Yunque didn't believe what Zhang Yi said, and she knew that Zhang Yi was just trying to fool her, so she couldn't help feeling a little unhappy.

She had already started to complain about Zhang Yi in her heart.

It was obvious that he didn't know social etiquette, and I reminded him with good intentions, but he got angry instead.

However, considering her own identity and the information she had learned about Zhang Yi, she suddenly felt relieved.

She thought to herself: After all, he's just a warehouse manager, not even middle class, let alone upper class. I can't expect too much from him.

Remembering Zhu Zheng's reminder to her, Zhu Yunque bit her lip and took the initiative to open the car door.

"Just think of it as my fault, okay? I should understand you and not judge others by my own standards. Get in the car!"

Zhang Yi glanced at the car door she opened, then walked over silently, opened the back seat door, and sat in.

"I'm tired, I'm going to take a nap first. Please call me when we get there."

After saying that, Zhang Yi closed his eyes.

The smile on Zhu Yunque's face froze.

If people knew that the eldest daughter of the Zhu family was rejected even though she opened the car door for someone, it would spread throughout the upper class circles of the Jiangnan region within a day.

"Okay, sleep if you like!"

She slammed the car door in anger and drove over.

Along the way, as if to take revenge on Zhang Yi, she drove shakily on purpose and had to brake suddenly from time to time.

This childish method of revenge made Zhang Yi laugh and cry, and he was too lazy to bother with her.