This is the eighteenth floor.

Once you jump down, you will either die or be crippled.

Even if you have a little bit of luck, you will fall on a platform on another floor.

He will probably be in a wheelchair for the rest of his life, just like Shen Xing.

Then the Shen family would be finished.

Most people in the upper circle attach the most importance to these external things.

Physical appearance comes first, followed by knowledge and ability.

It's vulgar, but it's the truth.

Disgusted, but unable to change.

…

Just a moment.

It was as if the pause button had been pressed on Shen Yao.

Song Rushuang finally put her heart at ease.

God knows, he who appeared to be the calmest person on the outside was nearly frightened to death.

After all, if she wasn't crazy, she probably wouldn't have come up with the idea of ​​exchanging Chen Yao's life for another.

In other words, she pulled me.

If it had been a little later, Song Rushuang probably wouldn't have been able to save him.

System Xiao Ai's sinister voice slowly rang out:

"It's okay. Even if it falls, you can still put it back together, piece by piece."

"Thank you for the invitation, but it's not necessary."

Although she is burdened with a system, she still has a very clear self-awareness.

"Huh? Didn't you already prepare for the worst?"

Song Rushuang was somewhat speechless. After a while, she couldn't help but warn System Xiao Ai:

"Xiao Ai, you're a farming system, not a terror system, okay? I'm telling you, I seriously suspect you're biased in your studies!"

System Xiao Ai said coldly:

"Is this really a farming system? How long has it been since you last farmed?"

To be honest, System Xiao Ai feels that he has been more like a tool recently.