Gao Yang didn't speak. He grabbed Jerry, pushed him toward Li Jinfang, and whispered, "Get to the basement!"
Li Jinfang pulled Jerry over, grabbed his neck, and roughly dragged him into the basement.
The basement was in the kitchen. Opening a hatch led to a staircase going down. This family's basement was small; with more than ten people squeezed inside and two stretchers laid out, the rest had no choice but to stand. However, the basement was sturdy, and at least there was no need to worry about artillery shells.
Cui Bo and Lilia were whispering to each other, holding hands. Many of those who entered earlier didn't know what had happened above, so they were surprised when they saw Li Jinfang dragging Jerry in.
"What's going on?"
Eileen asked curiously. Li Jinfang, expressionless, said, "He's in shock."
Jerry was panting heavily. Bent over, his hands pressed against his legs, he kept retching.
"Why such a strong reaction?"
Li Jinfang shook his head and whispered, "Don't ask."
