"Go find out which cleaning company will be going to the Wang Group tonight and send someone to infiltrate. If it's really like you said, he will definitely make a move tonight." Hua Muyun twirled the feather in his hand, seemingly having figured out who that person might be.
Falling into chaotic darkness, flesh and soul gradually shatter and melt away, leaving no trace of flesh, not even hair remains, tainted with the sin of that person's fall.
That is my greatest hope. Everything I have belongs to that person; I don't need to belong to myself.
"Ah!" A startled cry disrupted Xiao Lin, who stood in front of the large screen, watching an advertisement with an unclouded mind. In fact, he couldn't make sense of what it was conveying. Foreign ads are becoming increasingly obscure these days, though the beautiful visuals leave ample room for boundless imagination. "I'm sorry, sir! It's my fault. Did you get hurt anywhere?"
