Liu Mang didn't ask for Meinaiko's phone number, but he had a faint feeling that the female ninja wouldn't just disappear from his life.
Perhaps at some point, she would appear again.
Speaking of that female ninja Meinaiko, one can't help but mention that woman Sun Yanhong. For the sake of her master Lan Qingyuan, she had waited for twenty long years. Was it worth it?
A woman doesn't have many twenties in her life—her most beautiful two decades were devoted to loneliness. Liu Mang couldn't help but feel that it was a waste on her behalf.
Liu Mang entered the elevator and on the third floor, the elevator stopped. The doors opened to reveal a group of drunk women.
Upon closer look, there were familiar faces. It was Wu Lina and a few of her friends.
One of Wu Lina's sharp-eyed friends spotted Liu Mang at first glance, "Isn't that Lin Ziyan's husband."
