Linen's pupils constricted, her face turning pale and then green, her back pressed tightly against the door.
"I really regret it, please spare me, sir, I promise I will never come again..."
Just looking at her tearful and pitiful appearance, her eyes red, nose red, Linen's eyes couldn't help but water.
He asked coldly, "Are you really not selling anymore?"
"No, I'm not selling anymore," Linen shook her head frantically.
"And you won't sell in the future either?"
Linen couldn't hold back her tears anymore, trembling as she spoke, "Never again, please let me go, I will thank you for the rest of my life."
时凛 turned his head, his bony hand patting her shoulder twice.
Thin and bony, all bones, no flesh.
He looked away, "Get out."
Linen cried as she turned to open the door, but it wouldn't budge. A large hand reached from behind, grabbing her hand and pulling it up, "click," the door opened.
The lock was actually reversed.
Linen couldn't care less about that, crying as she ran out, forgetting to change her shoes.
Until she had run a few meters away and saw the entrance to the elevator, she couldn't hold back the pressure any longer, leaning against the wall in front of the elevator, gasping for breath.
It was quiet here, she didn't dare cry out loud.
Linen covered her mouth, tears streaming down her face, her teeth uncontrollably chattering, making a clacking sound.
She was too scared.
She never dared to do these things.Having made a plan, Linen was still so scared that she ran away, feeling like she was on the brink of collapse.
Linen squatted weakly on the ground, silently crying for about ten minutes, her nervous and fearful heart gradually calming down.
At that moment, her phone rang, displaying "Mom" on the screen.
Linen answered the phone in tears, full of fear seeking comfort, but the next second, a barrage of curses came from the other end.
"You heartless person, you son of a b***h, your father is disabled, and you are a white-eyed wolf. All the money is earned by your mother alone. Where is the money? Let me tell you, if you don't give money, your father won't have his checkup the day after tomorrow. Let him be paralyzed in a wheelchair until he dies. Let him die."
Linen's crying was instantly stifled.
When she was five years old, her father took her to buy ice cream on his bicycle. They got into an accident on the way, and her father shielded her with his body to save her from an oncoming truck, becoming paralyzed from the waist down.
The driver left some money and ran away, leaving their family without their main support. They fell into poverty.
When she was eighteen, she got into college. Against all odds, her father insisted that she attend college, bearing all the grievances and insults for her since childhood, borrowing money from relatives in secret to support her education, believing that education was the only way for her to succeed.
The much-awaited restorative surgery was scheduled for the day after tomorrow. They had consulted experts and waited in line for five long years. Without money, her father would spend many more years in a wheelchair.
Over the years, she had witnessed a man's dignity being trampled on mercilessly.
Linen felt a sharp pain in her heart.
She hung up the phone and wiped away her tears.She glanced down at the disposable slippers on her feet. The thin soles allowed the coldness from the floor to seep into her feet, sending chills up her spine and spreading through her limbs. Linen shuddered and stood up from the ground, turning back.
She took a few steps and reached the door, wiping her face and raising her hand to knock on the door with the number 1009.
In a short while, the door opened, revealing the handsome and refined face of a man.
Without waiting for him to speak, Linen spoke directly.
"Do you want anything else?"