Saturday.
Early in the morning, Sun Xinyi got up to wash up, preparing to take a long-distance bus back to her hometown of Jingmen to celebrate her mother's birthday.
Zhao Yingying, who had the early shift today, was already sitting on the living room sofa applying makeup.
"Xinyi, I really regret making that call to Mr. Yang!"
"With Meng Yuyu, there was at least a Mercedes worth over half a million. With you, there's nothing!"
"Men are truly like pigs' trotters; once they get what they want, they don't cherish it!!"
Zhao Yingying complained while doing her makeup.
She had thought that after her bestie hooked up with Mr. Yang, she would be on the fast track to success and that she'd be able to bask in the glory as well.
But there had been no change in their situation, and she was even taking a long-distance bus to go home!
Hearing Zhao Yingying's gripes, Sun Xinyi gently shook her head: "It was my own choice; this isn't any sort of transaction!"
