Sheng Yan took her to a food stall. The environment wasn't great, but it wasn't too bad either.
After finishing the meal and getting home, it was already past eleven. Chuzheng prepared the contract before going to bed.
She thought Sheng Yan would contact her soon, but a week passed with no sign from him.
Chuzheng went to the address the Bastard gave, looking for Sheng Yan's place.
She climbed the worn-out stairs, and the walls were messily covered in children's graffiti and various small ads.
Before Chuzheng reached the top, she heard voices from the stairway.
"Xiao Yan, I'm really sorry. My wife is about to give birth, and I need money. I really don't have time to play with you anymore."
"It's, it's okay..." A young voice said dejectedly, "I'll visit her after the baby is born."
"Ai." The voice sighed, "Xiao Yan, don't tire yourself out. We just have to accept reality."
