"Blood!" Xi Wei screamed when she saw the stain on the back of her hand.

"Shut up, are you afraid of the irritable loser dog?"

Mo La's tone was not high-pitched, but light and airy, as if she was joking. She lowered her head and glanced at the cup in her hand, looking at the mixed wine and blood foam inside, curled her lips, and threw it aside.

The cup took a sip on the edge of the bar, and then fell to the ground. It made a loud bang, but it didn't break.

"What a piece of luck... I mean, if you can win investment for our bullshit and cryptic PPT, you have to pay a price. But I'm still angry!"

Mo La took two more glasses, filled them with wine again, took one for herself, and motioned to Xi Wei to put it on as well:

"Come and drink to this cruel and straightforward world!"

Xi Wei couldn't refuse, so she drank it in a daze.

Mo La smoothly drank the wine down her throat this time, then she hugged Xi Wei fiercely, put her lips to her ear, and blew out warm breath. But the voice wrapped in it hit her ears, like ice slag, stinging half of her brain.

Pain:

"Do you know? In this privileged society, the most efficient way to live a low-privileged life is to quickly recognize your upper limit, then throw away your illusions, quickly catch a train, and bet on your own destiny... So, you are considered a lucky one
Chapter completed!