Jiang Ning opened her eyes and abruptly sat up from the bed, sweat trickling down her forehead. Her eyes were dazed and desperate.,Three years into the apocalypse, Su Mengyao remained immaculate, unstained by the chaos. Her complexion was fair with a touch of blush, as if she were still living in a world of prosperity and splendor.,Jiang Ning took a photo and sent it to the pharmaceutical company's sales representative, who was also a courier. "[A wealthy new client needs it urgently tonight. We need the goods by tonight. Please give me a discounted price.]"。