Yang Xiao felt gloomy as he rode the Flame Horse back to the Financial Building at full speed.
When he returned to the 68th floor, Yang Xiao stepped out of the elevator and saw the No. 25 woman at the service bar in the corridor.
Feeling down, he merely glanced at her and quickly passed by, heading back to his room, only to find it seemed to have been tidied up, with a new set of pajamas laid out on the bed and the quilt neatly folded.
Remembering Gong Yu's death made Yang Xiao's heart heavy; he momentarily lost interest in looking for Zhou Jian. After all, his feelings for Gong Yu ran deeper. He had spent a million to bring the Giant Eagle out of the desert intending to give it to Gong Yu.
Lying in bed and staring at the ceiling, Yang Xiao decided to have a good sleep and temporarily forget about Gong Yu.
In this post-apocalyptic world, everyone's fate was unpredictable, and different people died every day.
"Knock, knock, knock."
There was a knocking at the door.
