Sang Ning once again fell into deep despair.
Alright, turns out she really is the only true pauper here!
The kind of experience that requires unjustified spending, she'd rather forego it. Step by step, Sang Ning shuffled her way outside.
Suddenly, she collided into a solid chest.
Just as she was about to say sorry, a deep, magnetic voice sounded from above her head first: "Sis, why not feel mine? My muscles are free to touch, as long as you want."
Sang Ning chuckled disdainfully, oh, a new type of scam, huh?
Pretend to let her try it for free, only to pressure her into paying after she gets hooked, and not let her go unless she forks over the money—something like that.
"Do you see any part of my face that says 'sucker'?" Sang Ning suddenly raised her head.
The moment her eyes met the gaze behind the mask, Sang Ning's heart skipped a beat.
Wait… damn it, why does this person feel so familiar?
