An Hao and Song Jiaqi lived in different directions, so they parted ways at the supermarket entrance.
At this moment, An Hao received a phone call.
"What? Preselection? How can this be..." An Hao's expression instantly fell.
"An Hao, I thought you guys were working too hard, so I thought I should remind you to look for other alternatives. Out of these three positions, two are already preselected. Do you think you have a chance for the third one?"
An Hao held her phone, almost crushing it in her hand.
Preselection...
She once believed that opportunity was right in front of her, that as long as they worked hard, opportunities would come their way, and they could succeed! Holding on to the so-called dream, the faith and pursuit of their careers, they had been praying like this...
But now, reality tells her that reality is ultimately harsh and they thought too simplistically.
...
A black luxury car stopped by the roadside.
