Chi Yan had previously heard such matters and felt nothing. He even thought that the widow deserved it—during the apocalypse, if you had resources, you should hold them tight.
Having a hole in her head for giving all her resources to a man, if she didn't die, who would.
But now, as he looked at Su Yinhe, he felt an inexplicable concern.
Those men relied on this for their sustenance, sweet-talking, and ordinary young girls were easily deceived.
Su Yinhe: "???"
Su Yinhe didn't understand what he meant.
The system had given her a particularly robust golden finger. As long as she didn't commit suicide, she was guaranteed to not die.
As for wariness, strong people didn't need that.
Her supermarket wasn't going anywhere, and no one could harm her.
Even if she were a naive sweet girl, she could live well—let alone the fact that she wouldn't die.
