Renee Morgan had no choice but to bite the bullet, send a voice message to let him know she was safe, and threw in a polite line, saying she'd treat him to dinner sometime.
The reply came swiftly: "No need, get some rest."
Renee let out a long sigh of relief, sent a goodnight sticker, and swiped him out of the chat window—out of sight, out of mind.
After stepping out of the bathroom, Renee Morgan sat cross-legged on the sofa and pulled out the box given to her by the base to study it.
There was nothing else in the box—just a globally accepted co-branded black card and a black slate.
The black card probably held the competition prize money.
Holding the black card, Renee Morgan took out her phone, opened WeChat, clicked to link the bank card, typed in her ID number, and successfully bound the card.
