"Chen Xu."…
"Let's form a team. With two people together, we can watch out for each other. In this dangerous world, our chances of survival are higher."…
"Your request is somewhat ridiculous."…
"I also have a condition."…
…
In the pitch dark, the man's voice seemed to come from far away.
At first, the voice was vague, not clear. Gradually, it became clearer.
Yang Jinxia's long eyelashes trembled slightly; she opened her eyes and whispered the name she had just recalled, "I finally remember your name."
Thump thump.
The sound of knocking on the door arose.
She threw back the covers, got out of bed, and said, "Come in."
Entering was her personal assistant, holding several documents. She stood at the foot of the bed, waiting for instructions. Out of the corner of her eye, she couldn't help envying the beautiful curves beneath the aqua-blue silk nightgown.
"Zhang Jing."