The tears on Tsukahara's face were still wet, and he ran behind the garrison for a short while before being stopped by Yang Honglin, who had received the news.

"Let's go step on the sewing machine!"

Yang Honglin didn't waste any time, he handcuffed Tsukahara Miyu, who was screaming and screaming, and pushed him into a special car for women who had lost their footing.

She would enter a shelter for disabled women, where she would be trained to operate a sewing machine, and would eventually be assigned to a factory to operate a sewing machine and make cotton-padded clothes.

Perhaps, this is already the best destination for Tsukahara Miyu in the apocalypse.

Compared with those actresses who were taken away by Zhong Zimo, Tsukahara Weiyu should have been the most unlucky.

Perhaps the luckiest.

Today I am also running very hard. No one can rely on us. The only thing women can rely on is themselves.

It will only be yourself.

Everyone should work hard to make money, and work harder to get better and better.
Chapter completed!