"Xiang Yimo, what are you doing!"
It's not easy to find a job that pays 320 yuan a day!
"Are you really that short of money?"
She had been up since before six in the morning delivering milk, had spent the previous night working as a waitress at someone else's wedding, standing in high heels at the elevator entrance enduring the cold wind all night, and had just been caught in the rain, now she was rushing to a newly opened hotel to work as a greeter!
Even someone made of iron shouldn't be so careless with their own health.
Faced with Xiang Yimo's question, Zhong Lingling didn't know what to answer.
How could Xiang Yimo, a rich young master born with a silver spoon in his mouth, possibly understand the taste of having no money for food if you don't work.
She didn't want Xiang Yimo to know how dire her life was now, for some reason.
Zhong Lingling didn't respond, snatching her mobile phone from Xiang Yimo's hand, intending to return Lin Keke's call.
