Hearing the words "victim", Wang Bing broke down again.
After being raped, she had been forcing herself to smile. She was just a girl from another city. Her family had a weak and sickly grandmother, and her parents also worked part-time and did not have a stable job. Her family had finally supported her to come to the capital to study and work here. She could only suppress her sadness and continue working.
She had never thought that she was also a victim. She thought that in the capital, only the upper class could decide the life and death of these small celebrities.
Wen Nian took a tissue and wiped her tears. She said softly, "I know you're a strong person, and you're not someone who clings to the rich and powerful. Otherwise, with your looks, you would have obtained a lot of resources long ago."
