Gu Shufen sighed, "Gui Mei, under the current situation, it's no longer within my control."
With those words, Gu Shufen grasped Lin Guimei's hand, "Gui Mei, let's go downstairs to talk."
The eighth-floor office area was crowded with people, and Lin Guimei's noisy scene was really causing a disturbance.
Despite being on the verge of collapse, Lin Guimei was still rational and followed Gu Shufen down the stairs.
In Qing City, even during the twelfth lunar month, the sunshine was still remarkably strong.
Without a winter season, there was no need for down jackets; a long-sleeve T-shirt would suffice. But standing in the sunlight, Lin Guimei felt unbearably cold.
She even felt a little unsteady on her feet.
Now that all the relatives back home knew she was about to start working at Beauty Chant, and with this sudden turn of events...
How could she face those relatives with any dignity?
No.
It was unacceptable.
