"Thank you..."
Ten minutes later, a whole Miss Wu stood before Yu Xing.
She had hastily draped herself in a tailored garment that barely covered her exposed body. Her legendary melancholy and sorrowful aura had returned, and sure enough, she was now depressing enough to affect anyone's mood with a single glance.
The melancholy Miss Wu's skin was currently twisted and crooked. She was agonizing over whether to straighten it out later—otherwise, this body was simply too ugly.
Thus, in her rather urgent state of mind, she thanked Yu Xing, acknowledged that the problematic order had been resolved, and tried to usher Yu Xing out.
Yu Xing: "..."
Tsk. What a classic case of throwing away the bridge after crossing the river. He had spent two lives completing the order and had even technically saved Miss Wu's life, yet all he got was such a perfunctory thank-you?
Corporate drones really weren't treated like people.
He sighed and waved the order sheet in his hand. "So, Miss Wu, you'll withdraw the complaint on the order, right?"
"Of course, of course." Miss Wu drooped her brows and said faintly, "Sorry for the trouble. I never knew my faith could be stolen by a piece of cloth. From now on, I..."
Her tears fell like Lin Daiyu's, pattering down one after another. "I won't rely on the gods' gifts anymore. Maybe I won't even be able to survive on this street... Sob... I just wanted to make myself a birthday present..."
Before long, Miss Wu was weeping like a pear blossom in the rain.
At least Yu Xing had gotten her promise. He had no desire to expend any energy beyond his work, so he hurried away from the rescued resident.
Broken mannequin limbs were scattered across the floor. Yu Xing picked his