1599. So poor that I only have money left!
"Daddy is mine alone, no one can take him away from me!"
"Lin Wanwan, I hate you, I hate you!"
Mu Anran never expected that a little girl who looked no more than four or five years old would show such a fierce expression.
***
That night.
Twilight Bar.
A woman with long hair draped over her shoulders sat in a dim corner of the bar.
In front of her were four or five bottles, all tilted and almost completely empty.
"Another bottle of whiskey!"
Shaking the empty bottle, the woman looked up and called to the bartender.
Her voice was pleasant, her appearance extraordinary.
Even sitting alone in the corner, the flickering lights couldn't hide her beauty.
During her drinking session, two or three groups of men had approached to strike up a conversation.
But she coldly rejected them all.
After finishing the fifth bottle, she seemed slightly drunk, lying on the table, muttering something incomprehensible.
