"Where's Okada Wako?"
"She said her chronic cold legs are acting up. She's going to stay in the hospital for a while."
"Chronic cold legs?"
Juro Ishiguro instinctively felt something was off, but it was too late.
At the entrance of Yunding's lower level, 41st floor of the mega skyscraper.
A few slackers had already arrived at the entrance registration desk.
The blue-haired, bun-headed beauty at the reception desk wore a formulaic gentle smile and said to the visitors,
"Welcome to Yunding, guests. Would you like to connect to our terminal?"
"Members? No."
The silver-haired man at the front wore a sleazy smile, leaning on the desk and leering at the receptionist.
"Hey there, gorgeous sweet-voiced lady. It's my first time here with my friends. Can you introduce your awesome special services to me?"
Faced with the very impolite gaze, the receptionist was unfazed, after all, this is Yunding, and she knows all too well why people come here.
