C70 Zombie Attack!

The man's voice came abruptly, Jiang Weicheng's right foot stopped in mid-air.

He jerked his head to look in the direction of the voice and saw a young man in a taxi driver's uniform, leisurely sipping his tea.

"Was it you who spoke just now?" Jiang Weicheng asked coldly.

Jia Zhengjing held the blue and white porcelain tea bowl and sneered, "That's right