Chapter 7: War Of Filth
Zhao Yiming finally arrived at his apartment, devastated and humiliated more than anything. He then remembered Luo Yanyu and felt even more guilty.
"I should apologize to that young lady," he muttered. "Luo Yanyu, was it? That's what the system called her."
He rubbed his chin, enjoying the sun from the balcony before even stepping inside the apartment.
Because he knew—it was a whole mess. A dumpster. A disaster. Just like his life now.
"But why did those kids block my path out of nowhere?" he mumbled.
"This body must've stirred up something. Tch."
He sighed again. He didn't remember Zhao Yiming's life before his soul entered this body at all.
Everything was like a blank canvas—no clue what was going on in this young man's life.
"I should tidy up first. Then look for any documents—an ID card, bank statements, something. Maybe I can piece together who this kid used to be."
He nodded to himself and took the cleaning supplies out of the plastic bags, then suited up with latex gloves, boots, a face mask, and even headgear—as if he were going to war.
First step: trash sorting.