This is a pirate-proof chapter. That man truly died a wrongful death.
Han Yanyan returned the backpack to Qi Tongtong, who, upon hearing that Han Yanyan had moved into the penthouse, didn’t even try to hide her envy mixed with jealousy.
"You really must pull me out of this sea of suffering," she insisted, pressing on Han Yanyan’s shoulder, eyes full of hope, "I'm counting on you!"
"I’ll do my best," Han Yanyan replied, feeling a mountain of pressure, "but I can't guarantee anything."
Bit by bit, Han Yanyan worked her feminine charms on Ding Yao. From an outsider's perspective, Ding Yao seemed to be utterly infatuated with this woman, providing her with the finest things in life, making her feel as though she was living before the apocalypse.
After Ding Yao moved Han Yanyan into his suite, he didn’t seek out any other women for two whole months. Zhang Youquan finally moved Qi Tongtong into his own room, allowing her to escape the misery of the third floor. Qi Tongtong was practically moved to tears.
"He’s really obsessed with you, huh? Do you have some secret techniques? Teach me a few tricks?" she whispered in Han Yanyan’s ear.
Han Yanyan just smiled without responding.
Her "golden finger" was the youthful, fresh body prepared for her by the electronic voice. It seemed that was exactly what Ding Yao was captivated by.