Seeing that Su Luo was negotiating with her, Ye Xiaoman was not to be outdone.

"Okay, then you have to promise me that if you lose, you'll do whatever I tell you to do."

Su Luo immediately retorted.

"No, winning or losing won't do you any real harm. I'm losing out too much. This is too unfair. I don't agree!"

Furthermore, if he agreed to her request, and she were lucky enough to actually win, she would be able to do whatever he asked, and he would become a slave.

He didn't want to be anyone's slave anymore; absolutely not.

Ye Xiaoman was getting annoyed. "Fine, fine, I'll compromise. If you lose, you can at least come out with me for a day, okay?"

Su Luo asked warily, "What kind of game are you going to play? Be more specific."

This question made Ye Xiaoman laugh.

"What are you thinking? It's nothing more than watching a movie and having a meal. Do you think I'm lusting after you? You think too highly of yourself."

Secretly in my heart.

She was indeed quite tempted. The thought that Su Luo's injuries were inflicted by her best friend Song Lingshan made her feel not only not dirty, but also rather amused.

Ye Xiaoman's words made Su Luo's cheeks burn with embarrassment. He realized he might have been overthinking things; her liking him might not necessarily be because she had helped him up.

Who would be interested in his broken body?

"Okay, let's log in."

"Let's go!"

Ten minutes later.

Su Luo blushed completely after being humiliated by Ye Xiaoman's repeated head pats.

I was so angry I was shaking, and I almost smashed my phone.

Ye Xiaoman had no sense of martial ethics whatsoever; she was a pay-to-win player with many high-level ninjas and was very skilled, leaving him no chance to fight back.

"Haha, you're so bad!"

Ye Xiaoman laughed so hard she almost fell over, mercilessly mocking him.

Su Luo uninstalled the game immediately, vowing never to play this trash game again.

Then, he glared at Ye Xiaoman and couldn't help but swear.

"You win, you beast!"

Unexpectedly, Ye Xiaoman wasn't angry at all; instead, she laughed even harder.

"Hey? You can swear too? I thought you couldn't. Come on, say a few more curses so I can hear them properly!"

Su Luo was so angry she almost choked. "Fine, you're really something. I underestimated you."

He turned and strode upstairs, too ashamed to stay any longer. He needed to go back to his room to reflect on what had happened.

Ye Xiaoman stared at his slender figure, still wanting more, and continued.

"Xiao Luo, don't go, don't go! We can play other games too."

Su Luo covered her ears, quickened her pace, and refused to spend any more time with her.

Back in her room, Su Luo opened the cabinet, took out the records and posters of Ye Xiaoman that she had collected before, placed them on her head, and stared at the aloof and goddess-like Ye Xiaoman in the poster.

He sighed deeply and shook his head repeatedly.

Oh my god!

How did a once-beloved idol and goddess turn into this crazy woman?

He was increasingly unable to understand her, but this feeling was definitely not one of dislike.

He thought about it carefully and realized that being with Ye Xiaoman felt a bit like being with family, even though he didn't have any family.

But his ideal family relationship is like this: laughing and joking, arguing and bickering, without too many worries, and without having to care about his image.

You can show your most authentic self to the other person and feel warmth from them.

Although he was unwilling to admit it, Ye Xiaoman had indeed given him a lot of warmth during this period.

She took meticulous care of him while he was hospitalized. Although she would scold him, she would also wake him up in time when he went crazy, so that he would not suffer secondary harm.

This feeling was different from the feeling Nini gave him. He felt more responsibility and obligation towards Nini, and he rarely showed his vulnerable side to her.

Thinking of Nini, Su Luo felt a dull ache in her heart, wondering how she and her mother were doing.

After all this time, there's still not a single clue.

Su Luo picked up the photo frame of herself and Su Jiani from the bedside table and slumped onto the bed.

Holding up a photo frame with both hands, this group photo was taken when Nini graduated from elementary school.

The photo was taken at school. He was sitting on the lawn, and Su Jiani was leaning against him, playfully making a peace sign at the camera.

Her innocent face was filled with happiness.

Su Luo gently stroked the photo, her nose began to sting, and her eyes reddened.

He just couldn't understand why, when he only wanted to live a peaceful life like before, God had to let Zhao Qingsi take away his only daughter.

They didn't even say hello; it's absolutely outrageous.

He got angrier and angrier, but there was nothing he could do. What could he do?

Right, all he can do now is work hard to earn money so that when he finds his daughter in the future, he can give her a better material life and make up for his absence from her life.

What can I do to make a lot of money?

Actors can't work, live streaming is unstable, and photographers don't make money.

Just as I was struggling with this decision, the phone in my pocket rang.

Su Luo put down the photo frame, took out her phone, and saw that it was Mia calling her.

She rarely contacts me first, so what could it be about?

Su Luo hesitated for a moment, but still answered the call.

Mia's sweet voice came through the receiver.

"Lolo?"

Su Luo responded, "Yes, it's me. Is there something you need?"

Mia got straight to the point.

"Hey, do you remember when you said you wanted to start a company with me? I quit my job last month and I've been thinking about partners lately. I mean, do you still have that idea now?"

She didn't know where Su Luo had gone after disappearing for so long, and she didn't care. What she cared about was...

Although Song Lingshan was no longer by Su Luo's side, she still had Ye Xiaoman. Su Luo could find out about Ye Xiaoman's fame, strength, and wealth. Although she was not as good as Song Lingshan, she was still a big figure in the capital.

With such an important figure protecting her, she felt that cooperating with Su Luo was definitely a win-win situation.

Su Luo was somewhat surprised that she was still thinking about this; he thought she would no longer consider him.

However, Mia's words enlightened him. If he wanted to make money, he could start his own business and open a media company.

Although he is not good at socializing, he has worked in the media company for so many years that he is very familiar with the company's operation and management.

Moreover, Mia is a social butterfly, very good at interpersonal relationships, and highly capable. Cooperating with her can help share some of the risks.

He should be better off than starting his own business.

Su Luo asked in a deep voice, "How much money can you invest?"

Seeing that things were looking promising, Mia suppressed her joy and spoke frankly.

"I can scrape together three million."

Su Luo calculated that he could come up with three million yuan, and although six million yuan was not much, it was enough to start the company.

"Okay, let me think about it."

He suddenly remembered what Song Lingshan and Ozawa Nami had reminded him of before: "You can know a person's face but not their heart." He needed to think about it again.