The night was very deep.
All the employees in the company have left.
She was the only one left in the entire company.
It was so quiet that you could hear the ticking of the clock.
The wind blew into the room from outside the window, and the checks that had been left on the table fluttered down, eventually reaching her feet.
Rong Shang accidentally stepped on it, and when she looked down, she saw a string of numbers on it.
Five million, not a penny less.
But for some reason, her heart was not at peace at this moment.
She bent down, picked up the check from the ground, and placed it under the tea set.
Afterwards, she left the sofa and walked to the window. A cool breeze blew the curtains beside her. Rong Shang stood in front of the window, one hand in her pocket.
Is that possible?
Could he be a fragment of the Supreme God's soul?
Otherwise, why would he say those things to her?
Have you ever loved someone?
What would you do if the person you love didn't recognize you?
...
Rong Chang closed her eyes, her expression indifferent.
In reality, my mind was in complete turmoil.
Even she herself couldn't understand why there was chaos.
If he were the supreme god, that would be fine.
What if he isn't?
Why did she feel so uncomfortable listening to what he said?
*
In the early hours of the morning, Rong Shang left the company with the check in her hand.
The man watched her leave.
He knew everything, including when she arrived at the residential area and when she returned to her residence.
Back home, Rong Shang took a shower.
Ten minutes later, I could feel the ground shake.
Immediately afterwards, alarms sounded throughout the entire building.
In the blink of an eye, panicked screams and hurried footsteps came from outside.
What, an earthquake?
With a twitch in her eyelids, Rong Chang, who was only halfway through her shower, quickly turned off the shower.
She put on a bathrobe and came out of the bathroom, just as someone was knocking on her door.
Rong Shang didn't care about anything else; she went back to her room and changed into clean clothes.
When they came out to open the door again, pedestrians were fleeing in the dark corridor.
The situation was urgent, and some guests came out wearing only thin sundresses and slippers of different sizes.
"Earthquake! Run!"
They were shouting, clearly panicked.
Rong Shang noticed that the person who had knocked on her door was not there at all.
Thinking about it, the original owner always kept to himself here and had no relatives or friends at all.
When the earthquake struck, people were too busy trying to escape to even come and knock on her door.
Later, the alarm was lifted.
Everyone returned to their respective residences.
Rong Chang inexplicably suffered from insomnia.
She didn't go up.
Instead, they sat on the swings around the neighborhood.
It was late at night, and the temperature was low.
As the cold wind blew past her ears, Rong Shang thought to herself, "She must have gone mad."
Why would I think of that person at this time?
However, Rong Shang vaguely remembered that in the midst of the chaos, someone had pulled her back.
When she turned around, the person had already disappeared into the crowd.
Who could it be?
That person clearly helped her out of the way because she was being pushed out of the circle; he wasn't taking advantage of the chaos.
She pursed her lips.
The swing swayed back and forth, casting a dark shadow on the grass.
Rong Shang couldn't figure it out. She propped her face up with one hand and closed her eyelids slightly.
That's all.
There's nothing to think about.
If I don't know who it is, then I don't know.
At two o'clock, Rong Shang left the swing. As she walked along the cobblestone path and went upstairs, she ran into the drunkard again.
It was late at night again when he came home drunk.
Upon seeing Rong Shang, he chuckled and reached out to touch her.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
