He Tang left the trade center not long before she received a text message.
The number wasn't saved—it was a string of digits.
The message contained only a few simple words: "Account just received 400k."
He Tang glanced at it, deleted the message, and hailed a taxi from the roadside.
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When she got back to Zhang Qian's apartment, it was already dark.
As she opened the door and walked in, the inside was pitch-black.
She didn't intend to turn on the lights and, kicking off her shoes, she walked to the sofa and flopped down on it.
Apart from the occasional soft ticking of the clock, the living room was so quiet that there wasn't a sound.
Only the growling of her stomach echoed through the empty living room, amplified many times over.
Defeated by the hunger, she crawled out of the sofa to look for something to eat.
But as soon as she looked up, she screamed.
In the darkness, she hadn't noticed when a figure had already appeared standing before her.
