"Don't say that, I want to go home."
Fu Yi answered weakly. "Why do I have to be a corporate slave even at the Existence Institute? My dad is still counting on me for his retirement."
"Relax, at least the Existence Institute's retirement home facilities in Shambhala are comprehensive, and family members can get discounts."
Jemma looked at her sympathetically, as if remembering something, and glanced around.
The office was nearly empty during the night shift.
She leaned in, sneakily observing around, then pulled out something from her pocket, lowering her voice: "Let me show you something good... This is a rare item, my uncle from the Jurisdiction Bureau gave it to me... It's definitely spiritual sustenance during long overtime."
From her mysterious and eerie expression, it wouldn't be surprising if she pulled out a packet of white powder next.
But soon, it was revealed that she took out a phone...
Clicked on a video.
A familiar face appeared.
