"..."
Yila leaned against a door, looking at the neon lights flickering outside the huge glass on the corridor... the carpet spread out on the floor, and the rocks, trees, and vase decorations that could be seen at intervals outside the corridor.
Proof that the price and the status of the house's residents were not low.
Outside the door was a bustling street in this district, with countless high-rise buildings, as well as street vendors selling all kinds of things—fish balls, coarse noodles, and fish balls with coarse noodles.
Of course, there was no shortage of various electronic and paper advertisements, perfectly combined, giving both a "retro" and "sci-fi" feeling.
In short, it was Jiulong City.
Inside the door Yila leaned against, three people were conversing; a middle-aged man, a middle-aged woman, and a very young-sounding girl… and Yila just leaned there quietly.
His face remained calm, making it impossible to guess what he was thinking.
"..."
