"You're not sleeping anymore? Why are you up so early?"
Zhang Liqin lazily opened her eyes and saw Yang Jian getting dressed, apparently preparing to head out.
"Early? I'm about to be late for work." Yang Jian glanced back at her.
"You're still going to work? Who could afford to hire you? You're a big boss worth billions, and you're willing to use several tons of gold to build a house. Even the richest man isn't as lavish as you." Zhang Liqin rolled her eyes and smiled.
"Worth billions? That's all superficial. It only means I've temporarily solved my basic needs and don't have to worry about food, drink, and daily expenses. What I really need to earn isn't money, but life. Don't be fooled by how well-off I seem now. Who knows when the currency might depreciate and turn me into a pauper."
If supernatural incidents continued escalating, the world's social and economic structure would definitely develop serious problems. He had a feeling that day would come.
"Going to deal with ghosts?" Zhang Liqin did not answer and changed the subject.
"Don't make catching ghosts sound so easy. I could die in some supernatural incident next time. The mortality rate is too high when dealing with those things. Recently, I need to reduce how often I come into contact with this kind of incident," Yang Jian said.
Zhang Liqin turned over in bed, propped up her head, and looked at him with a smile. "Have you noticed that you've been a little different lately?"
"In what way?"
"Physically."
As Zhang Liqin looked at Yang Jian's back, the dull corpse spots that had covered it had disappeared at some point, revealing firm back muscles that had fascinated her a little last night.
"Is that getting better or worse?" Yang Jian