That girl was the only one in the room upstairs. No one else was there.
Wrapped in a bathrobe, the girl sat anxiously on the bed, awaiting whatever fate had in store for her.
Tang Mo waited for so long she nearly fell asleep in the corner. Finally, a man walked in through the front door.
The man looked to be in his forties and was wearing a suit. He hadn't come alone; two attendants followed him.
The two attendants stood guard at the front door while the man went upstairs alone.
'He looks like some kind of base leader, or at least a person of status.'
'But in this apocalypse, a man with status could have any woman he wanted. Why would he need to come to a place like this for fun?'
'There could only be one reason: the man is a well-dressed hypocrite in public.'
'He probably even cultivates a positive image of a happy, perfect family, which is why he only dares to engage in these sordid dealings in secret.'
