17. A Promise

Tong Muxue spent nearly seven figures at the mall. The manager understood that there was nothing but upside to building a good relationship with a young lady like her, so he kept a respectful distance and followed behind Yimo and Tong Muxue the whole time.

Whenever Tong Muxue wanted something, he immediately sent someone to take care of it.

Tong Muxue gave the manager two addresses for all the items she had bought, tipped him, and asked him to have them delivered to the two places.

When Tong Muxue and Yimo left the mall, the manager and several employees bowed and called out, "Please come again!" It was just like a senior leader had come for an inspection.

Yimo, who had a little money but didn't spend it recklessly, finally understood what real Money Power was!

When they left the mall, it was around six o'clock. The sky outside had already turned deep blue, and night was about to fall.

Tong Muxue held Yimo's hand. She didn't seem especially happy after all that shopping. She glanced sideways at Yimo's dead-fish eyes, as though he'd been drained dry, and couldn't help chuckling as she asked softly, "Hey, my Boyfriend, can't you take any more?"

Was Yimo the type to admit defeat?

"Uh... a little..."

All right, Yimo wasn't the type to admit defeat, but he really was out of shape.

Back when he'd been playing the game, Yimo remembered more than one person telling him to exercise. But even after leaving the game, he still couldn't be bothered.

As for customizing his body, honestly, Yimo didn't feel it was real, so he hadn't even considered it.

If it wasn't something he'd earned by growing through his own efforts, Yimo just didn't want it.

Tong Muxue didn't seem disappointed. Instead, she linked