Liang Lu's life here is relatively safe and comfortable. She earns her wages with her own hands every day. She doesn't have to worry about being sold, being forced to inhale "magic powder", or that the devil-like man will appear from time to time to abuse her.
She was in a good mood, made money, ate well, and naturally looked better. In addition, she was nourished by top-notch cosmetics. She also had to put on light makeup every day as required by her "boss." It seemed that she had entered a virtuous circle.
"Lulu, pack up, I'll take you to the mall later."
The man, whose injury had already healed, would have run away long ago if it weren't for her. There was no way he would have stayed here obediently. Seeing her wearing her old clothes again today, Song Cai was a little unhappy. He just liked to see her dressed up beautifully every day.
"I don't need to buy anything..." Liang Lu wanted to refuse in a low voice, but when she met the man's dark eyes, she swallowed the words back.
Forget it. It’s my fault for making money from others. Whatever the boss says is the truth.
When the two arrived at the mall, Song Cai did not go back to the store they had been to last time. Instead, she went to a Thai designer brand store. She brought her people in and sat there like a big boss, asking the store manager to take out the new clothes of the season for her to try on.
Liang Lu picked out two relatively standard skirts and then went into the fitting room.
At this time, the phone in Song Cai's pocket rang. It was Baru calling. He got up and went outside to answer the call.
Before he could say a few words, he heard a few gunshots and quickly turned around and ran towards the clothing store.
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