It was 9:50 p.m.
Zhao Yaqian stepped out of the front door of Isa Beauty Salon.
The rain had completely stopped, and she, carrying an umbrella, jogged to the bus station.
After waiting for quite a while, she finally boarded the bus.
Sitting towards the back, watching scene after scene flash by the window, Zhao Yaqian felt drowsy.
As a large beauty salon, Isa's work hours were divided into morning and evening shifts.
The morning shift ran from nine in the morning to seven at night.
The evening shift was from noon until around ten at night.
Being on probation, Zhao Yaqian was directly assigned to the evening shift, and now, during the holidays, there were many clients to attend to.
After working for two days, her overwhelming feeling was one of fatigue, much more so than at Yiz Beauty Industry.
She opened WeChat and clicked on Tang Song's chat window.
