Sometimes, having good hearing wasn't a good thing.
Yang Ming sat in a virtual hall made of holographic projections and, during a pause in the music, clearly heard the loud scheming voices of the party girls outside the door.
"A really handsome guy just arrived in Suite Three!"
"Wow, he's really rich. I sang just one song and got 20,000 Wind Coins!"
"Which heartsick prince came to save the world this time? Watch me! I'm going to drain his wallet dry today!"
Is that all?
Yang Ming smirked slightly.
A group of heavily made-up, well-figured young women sat around him, but his mood didn't improve. He remained immersed in the sorrow of Hera's 'departure.'
He even felt a sense of guilt.
