Wang Yu was, of course, aware of the girl's thoughts; it wasn't difficult to guess.
That was precisely why he had put on a show, preparing to control Zhao Ling later.
Although it seemed calculating, even sinister, he couldn't help it. Who could resist Zhao Ling's allure?
A top-tier police flower, and a powerful evolver who could awaken rare abilities like magnetic field control.
It wasn't that rare or powerful abilities automatically meant powerful evolvers.
Even among those with the same ability, their strength could differ vastly.
There were two primary influencing factors.
One was the refinement degree of the ability, which had been mentioned before. For the same ability and level, when consuming the same amount of energy, higher refinement meant greater attack power.
The other, and most crucial factor, was ability affinity.
Higher ability affinity allowed one to wield their abilities with greater ease and precision, as if it were an extension of their own body.
Others might only be able to unleash fireballs one by one until their energy ran out.
But some could unleash multiple fireballs at once, or even manipulate flames into different shapes for attack.
Therefore, ability affinity could be simply understood as talent. It was like learning to shoot a gun; some were naturally sharpshooters.
While others could only master a shaky aim, a "sunset red" marksmanship.
Thus, as Zhao Ling, a renowned ability powerhouse in his previous life, Wang Yu had no reason to let her go.
No matter the means, he had to keep her firmly in his grasp.
Wang Yu was no good person; good people didn't last long in the apocalypse.
This agreement with the girl, whether or not it saved her mother, meant the girl herself was now trapped.
With this girl, he gained leverage over Zhao Ling.
"Zhao Ling... I'm truly looking forward to it."
Wang Yu pictured Zhao Ling in her uniform in his mind, a curve forming on his lips.
The girl looked at him with a hint of confusion.
What was he smiling about?
The girl couldn't fathom it, but Wang Yu felt her gaze.
He suppressed his smile, his expression instantly returning to a cold demeanor.
"Right, what's your name?"
"My name is Zhao Lengleng."
"Lengleng..." Wang Yu looked at the girl's delicate, pretty face and slender figure. He felt the name made her appear more fragile and aloof.
"Where does your mother live?"
The girl gave an address, not far away, to the southeast, about a kilometer.
Her family were all locals and owned a house in the city.
With the government subsidies and her mother's meager monthly income of four thousand yuan, the family's life was barely manageable.
After all, supporting two children studying in the provincial capital simultaneously was not easy.
"Your sister and mother's situation is settled for now. From now on, you'll stay with Ma Ying. I'll have her look after you."
Zhao Lengleng wanted to say more, but seeing how affectionate Wang Yu and Teacher Chen Luoxue appeared.
Her earlier anxiety had subsided, and only now did she realize the intimate atmosphere in the room made her feel awkward.
Especially seeing Teacher Chen Luoxue, whose abdomen was being caressed by Wang Yu, her eyes lowered, and her gaze filled with tenderness.
Zhao Lengleng's slender face couldn't help but flush slightly. She then somewhat flusteredly stood up, wanting to leave the room.
However, due to prolonged fear and hunger, and having knelt for so long earlier.
She was unsteady when she stood, stumbling slightly and nearly embarrassing herself in front of Wang Yu.
With a blush, she bowed to Wang Yu and Teacher Chen Luoxue to bid farewell and fled the room as if escaping.