Su Ziceng's thoughts and energy had never been as abundant as they were now. The words she spoke were not even organized—they slipped out spontaneously. In just a few moments of conversation, she took on a workload almost four times greater than others, but none of these seemed to be the issue.
When she had booked her flight ticket, ready to head to the nearest Russia, a troublesome sleeper finally popped up in front of the Espr train that was "rumbling" towards the road of prosperity.
"The inventory in Bianjing City is running out," Sister Mu got a call from the warehouse, she instantly checked the inventory in Mo City, "Mo City and several other main neighboring cities also don't have much left."
