Su Youzhu stepped out of the complex holding a tennis bag, walking along the brightly lit pedestrian street.
Her makeup was intricately delicate and cold, her short pale green hair tied into a small ponytail. She wore a loose black casual outfit that barely covered the edge of her hot pants. Slender, snow-white legs were wrapped in knee-high black stockings, and polished black leather shoes adorned her feet. She looked like a real-life figurine, exuding an aura of chilling purity.
Ignoring all the young men trying to chat her up, she entered an encrypted communication channel and calmly asked, "Miss Lan, is my boyfriend at the Youying Association? Did he attend the auction?"
Earlier that evening, after finishing her makeup at home, Su Youzhu glanced at the time and sensed something was off.
She tried calling him again, only to find his phone was unreachable.
Her heart sank at that moment, realizing she'd been played again.
