Zhao Yaru was somewhat anxious, afraid that Wang Tao would leave them behind and just walk away.
At present, Zizhu Base was like a dragon without a head, in dire need of a pillar of strength. Other high-ranking members, including herself, could theoretically lead, but their prestige within the base was comparable and none held an absolute overwhelming advantage. If they vied for leadership, it certainly wouldn't be resolved quickly. It might even lead to unrest.
Of course, that wasn't the most important issue. What mattered most was that the base's situation wasn't good, and they were self-aware enough to realize they weren't cut out for managing it.
Zizhu Base had over ten thousand people, and resources were almost exhausted. Whoever became the leader would have to address the basic needs of those ten thousand people first.
Zhao Yaru knew she wasn't up to the task, and she felt no one else was either.
