If she offended Rong Weiwei, who had the backing of HuanYu, at a time like this, she, a mere small fry, could be made to vanish into obscurity in the blink of an eye, with no one to even look her up.
At home, there was her mother who was eagerly waiting for her to make money, her younger siblings who wanted to study, and the villagers who were looking forward to her becoming famous and fixing the roads to help them leave the mountains behind.
She...
Qi Yue clenched her fists, a conflicted and pained expression flickering across her face.
As the noise in the private room grew louder and the door had opened, with the hotel staff all having left, Qi Yue couldn't hold back any longer. She bit her lip, her face pale as she rushed toward the radiant woman at the center of the crowd.
"Snap!" Rong Weiwei's wrist was suddenly firmly grasped.
Startled, she turned around and saw a small, pale-faced, trembling girl standing behind her, the very girl who had suddenly seized her hand.
