“I want a future I can actually see, not some pie in the sky you're promising me.”
“My pie in the sky?”
Jiang Li's voice wavered.
“I told you, as long as we work hard...”
“Work hard?”
Lin Yue smiled, with a hint of pity.
“Is working hard taking home a dead-end salary of six thousand yuan at this dump of a company, while working overtime until eleven every night?”
“Is working hard watching housing prices jump from ten thousand to thirty thousand, then telling me we should wait a little longer?” “Is working hard being unable to give me anything for my birthday except a so-called ‘affordable luxury’ handbag you picked up on Taobao?”
