That man died with great injustice.
Han Yanyan returned the backpack to Qi Tongtong, who, upon hearing that Han Yanyan had moved into the penthouse, showed no shyness in her envy. “You have to pull me out of this sea of suffering!” She pressed her hands on Han Yanyan's shoulders, her eyes filled with hope. “I’m counting on you!”
“I’ll do my best,” Han Yanyan replied, feeling an immense weight on her shoulders. “But I can't guarantee anything.”
Gradually, Han Yanyan started to charm Ding Yao, using her femininity and cunning. To outsiders, it seemed Ding Yao had developed a strong infatuation with her, providing her with everything she needed, making her feel as if she were living in a world before the apocalypse hit.
After Ding Yao allowed Han Yanyan to stay in his suite, he didn’t seek out other women for two full months, and finally, Zhang Youquan brought Qi Tongtong into his own room. Freed from the suffering of the third floor, Qi Tongtong was nearly brought to tears.
“He really is smitten with you! What’s your secret? Share a couple of tricks with me!” She leaned close to Han Yanyan to whisper.
Han Yanyan just smiled without replying. Her advantage lay in the youthful and fresh body the system had provided her. This was likely what Ding Yao was captivated by as well.