Zhang Yujun knelt on the floor tiles below, the ground freshly coated with snow that had already melted. The unrelished snow water drilled from his knees straight into his heart, the cold making him shiver uncontrollably, not to mention his upper body was bare.
However, fear not. Endure this bitter deception a bit longer, and once past this ordeal, a limitless future awaited, with a beauty for a bride and a steadily rising career. What couldn't be earned back?
As Zhang Yujun, shivering, reached for the megaphone again, intending to speak, he saw someone stride quickly out of the building. His eyes lit up, but when he recognized who it was, his brows furrowed slightly.
