Follow the Direction of Light

I was in a foot spa shop and smelled all kinds of sweat and sore feet every day. Looking at these greasy and ugly middle-aged men made me very tired. The day Han Ling came for the first time, I was the one who received him. I knew that everyone who came here was either rich or noble. I carefully accompanied the smile, but still spilled the water all over the floor, splashing all over myself. He was embarrassed and his heart was in his throat at the same time. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.