Fang Cheng and Lin Chuqiao walked back along the slope they came from, pushing open the heavy iron door of the bunker.
There was no feeling of it underground just now, but once they emerged, the immense clamor hit them instantly.
"Rumble——"
Not far away, several yellow excavators were waving their hefty arms, working away.
The drum of the mixer slowly rotated, stirring the slurry.
The workers' shouts rang out continuously, interspersed with the crisp sound of steel colliding.
Compared to the silence and emptiness of the bunker, this place was full of bustling energy.
It was as if they had dived back into the noisy and bustling world from an isolated underground realm.
By now, the sun had slanted westward, casting the industrial park in an orange-yellow glow.
Fang Cheng stood at the entrance, squinting to adapt to the outside light, casually dusting off his sleeve.
Then he turned his head to look at Lin Chuqiao beside him.
