Inside Nan Fusheng's room on the ninety-fifth floor of the Ming City Spirit Pagoda.
At this moment, Nan Fusheng was facing a huge problem. Though calling it a problem was not quite right. Mainly because...
"Waaah... Lord Fusheng, you heartless bastard! It wasn't enough that you tricked me into giving you my body—you're even forcing me to work! You're simply not human!"
"You're the kind of exploitative capitalist who deserves to be strung up from a streetlamp and criticized..."
A nimble Qingque was sprawled at Nan Fusheng's feet, tightly clutching his trouser leg with her wings. Her head kept rubbing against the fabric as she chattered through her sobs. She looked as though she had suffered the greatest injustice in the world.
Nan Fusheng lowered his head and glanced at Qingque clinging to his leg. He tried gently tugging at his pants, only to find that she had an iron grip on them and would not let go.
A clear look of disgust appeared on his face, though his tone was somewhat helpless. "Don't say things like that carelessly. It's easy to give people the wrong idea. You merely became my Soul Spirit. That was something we discussed from the very beginning. How could you say I tricked you?"
He secretly felt fortunate that Xu Xiaoyan and the others were currently having a tea party in the lounge next door and had no time to concern themselves with this.
Even more fortunately, Fors had dismissed most of the attendants on the ninety-fifth floor beforehand. Otherwise, if anyone saw Qingque looking so pitiful and tearful, who knew what sort of rumors would spread.
"I don't care!"
Qingque clearly had no intention of letting the matter go. She still clung tightly to Nan Fusheng's thigh, her crying growing louder. "Now that I've