I turned around, walked past Comfort, and went to change clothes.

Maybe, someone said one million a night, and she was willing to sell it every night.

However, I am not a meat seller and it has nothing to do with money.

Some people say that it is better to be tolerant to your lover, but don’t think about it anymore, I am me, some people are someone else, and some people are not me after all.

I quickly changed my clothes and came out. I hesitated for a moment and stood at Yin Yijie's door to take a look.[

The blood stains on his forehead and hands had been cleaned up. It was just a small thermometer and the damage was limited.

But his knees were bloody and he was recovering from discomfort.

Yin Yijie closed his eyes and lay on the bed, turning his head to the other side of the bed. No need to look closely, he was crying.

It's strange why he was the one crying at this moment and not me.

Am I really the most evil person in the world?

Am I evil?

Maybe, how many people have I killed?

Did I ever show mercy when I killed? No,

I have done everything from murder to arson, so am I a wicked person?

It is said that there is a God here, maybe I can ask some other time.

Speaking of which, the old abbot of Fuyun Temple never said that maybe he didn't have enough magic power; maybe he was just a layman, just waiting for me to give him alms.

"What's wrong?" Mingfeng stood behind me and asked urgently.

Outside, rapid footsteps sounded, and doctors and nurses were arriving.

I quietly exited. I am not needed here for the time being.

When I returned to my bedroom and sat on the floor in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, I didn't know.

I feel that I should cry the most, but if I don’t cry, what’s the point of crying?

Mingfeng came in right behind me, handed me a bottle of drink, then brought me my notebook, put it behind me, and started playing games.

Ha, I still have a job, and Mingfeng is the super supervisor.

Okay, work[

I can understand Mingfeng's meaning, and I can also understand Mingfeng's wisdom. He must have seen something; therefore, he did not scold me for being ruthless, but just supported me silently.

Work is a good thing, and people who have jobs are happy.

There are countless big and small things that need to be handled by me, as big as the sales of featured products and advertisements next year, the ribbon cutting for the opening of Caesars Hotel...
Chapter completed!