"Three years of work experience and this level of experience? The company is not a charity." The words of the HR Director are still echoing in my ears. Chen Mo looked down at his phone. The last message from Lin Yan on the screen stung his eyes: "Let's break up. You can't give me the future I want."
"Fuck!" He kicked the can on the side of the road and the metal can hit the telephone pole. The phone in his pocket vibrated. It was the landlord: "Xiao Chen, the rent will be increased by 500 next month. If it doesn't work, you can move out before the end of the month."
Chen Mo stood at the intersection, with 12 seconds remaining under the dazzling red light. 11, 10, 9... He took a step by mistake.
The screeching sound of brakes cut through the rainy night.
