Inside was a notebook, some jewelry, and even a can of gold beans!
An Shimeng sat on the ground, taking them out one by one, admiring them for a while, and then putting them back in, one by one.
Only then did she open the notebook, comparing it with the few sheets of A4 paper she had brought.
As she compared, she swore, "Even a damn phone can get a virus! Fucking hell! Damn you, An Yan! If it weren't for you, bitch, would I need to come here in the middle of the night? Goddamn... damn..."
Before she could finish cursing, her body went limp, and she fell to the ground.
When An Yan was sure she had fainted, she patted Li Tianyao on the back of his hand, signaling him to put her down.
Li Tianyao reluctantly let go of her slender waist and stretched his arm out in front of her.
An Yan grabbed his hand and, with a nimble flip, jumped down.
She moved An Shimeng to the side and took her previous sitting position.
