Jing Shu remembered that the last time she had visited Jin Tianci's government district neighborhood was the previous year. This area was part of the old city, situated at the edge of the basin. Although it hadn't been completely submerged by mudslides, life there was difficult, with mud and water constantly seeping out. It was an absolute slog, like trying to cross a river by wading through waist-deep mud.
Vehicles couldn't enter the neighborhood, so they had to walk. The mud already reached Jing Shu's waist. Jin Tianci's secretary led the two of them across precarious plastic planks. If Qian Duoduo hadn't had a bodyguard supporting him, he would have fallen into the mire long ago. Entering the neighborhood was as thrilling as playing an adventurer's game.
