Time had unknowingly reached its end.
Miao Shu didn't really want anyone to see him like this, and he vigorously wiped away his tears with his hand.
"I can't really entertain you guys over here. I want some peace to myself for a while before I deal with these issues," he said.
As he spoke, Miao Shu took out his smartphone from his pocket to transfer money to Little Milk Jin.
But the moment the smartphone was taken out, a business card fell out.
It was a business card with a pitch-black base, but unlike traditional business cards, it had no name on it. There were only some eerie images and blood-red text and letters.
It read: 'Website: xxx'
Followed by a string of web addresses.
Seeing that Little Milk Jin gave the card a few more glances, Miao Shu simply handed it over to her.
