"Really?"
Yang Ming turned his head and glanced, seeing the huge projection poster that covered the entire building. It was a close-up of him facing the Insect Swarm.
The boy said, "Thank you, you saved us."
"Where are your family?"
"Dead."
"The last Insect infestation?"
"The famine after the infestation."
"Did something go wrong during the post-disaster reconstruction?"
"They said they issued food, but much of it was moldy, and the portions were severely insufficient. The adults gave the food to us."
"Why not report this issue online?"
"They confiscated our internet terminals, sir. That was the price for receiving food."
The boy's eyes were slightly red, but he quickly calmed down with a sniff, "Before my dad passed away, he said you saved us and gave us hope. This hope is the most precious thing; we must rely on ourselves to survive and take root on this planet again.
"You risked your life for us; if we don't live well, we'd be letting you down."
