Lin Qiao glanced at the female zombie, then wrote on the paper—'Since you don't remember anything, you can take the child with you for now. You won't hurt him as long as I'm here.'
The female zombie looked at Lin Qiao in surprise. She didn't think that the latter could see what she was thinking. She thought that the latter had guessed it, but what she didn't know was that Lin Qiao knew her every thought clearly.
'Maybe I can help you send your child to a base. The bases are where the human survivors should be living in. Living with two zombies won't be safe enough for your child.' Lin Qiao wrote on the paper.
The female zombie nodded. She understood that sending the child to a base was the best solution, but loathed to do that. She felt that the child was his son, and couldn't convince herself to give him to other people.
Even though her current condition didn't allow her to raise the child, she truly wasn't willing to send him away.