Chapter 40 He Wants to Sell Me Again

President Sang arrived sooner than I had expected.

I looked down at myself, wearing the SpongeBob pajamas I had bought on sale before.

It was as if Cinderella had been turned back to her old self overnight.

He was bound to come looking for me eventually, and how big can this city be? Where could I hide?

I yanked the door open just as He Cong was about to knock, nearly slapping me in the face.

"President Sang is here," he said, his expression blank.

I walked out and went downstairs; he was standing at the entrance to the stairwell.

I could tell he was containing a thin layer of anger, mixed with a bit of bafflement.

He must have seen the note I left for him, so he must be here to reprimand me.

I walked down the stairs and stood on the step, just level with his eyebrows, finally breathing the same height of air as him, which felt rather good.