Beanie's heart sank to the bottom in an instant.
In a trance, she finally understood something in the cold wind. She was just an ordinary human, not a high and mighty upper-class person. How could someone like Cao Yuezhi give up tens of millions of profits just because of her?
Agent Qian left the contract and exited the cafe arrogantly.
Beanie shrank her neck and stared at the cold wind as she returned to her small rental house. The greasy middle-aged landlord came again to urge her to pay the rent. His tone was disdainful, and he was hinting that she could pay the rent by other means.
Beanie was shivering in the dark corner.
The next day, she tried to find Cao Yuezhi. She tracked Cao Yuezhi's schedule, but was blocked by the tall security guards outside the door. She shouted at Cao Yuezhi who was passing by, and the perfect goddess in her heart only glanced at her lightly -- like a god looking down on lowly ants.
Beanie's heart was ice cold.
