When An Ning opened her eyes, the harsh sound of the electric fan was heard in her ears. The fan blade seemed to be missing a corner, and it made a squeaking sound when it was spinning, which made people feel panicked. She stared at the yellow patch of mold on the ceiling for a long time before she realized that she was not dreaming. She really came back, back to 2010, when she was the poorest, most useless, and youngest twenty-year-old.
Before she could finish lamenting the impermanence of life, the phone next to her pillow began to vibrate crazily. It was an old Nokia with "Mom" written on the screen. An Ning looked at this word without any fluctuation in her heart, and even wanted to sneer. In her previous life, she worked hard to earn hundreds of billions, and finally died suddenly at her desk. This biological mother also contributed to her inheritance battle.
An Ning answered the phone and said nothing.
A sharp female voice immediately came from the other end of the phone, which made her eardrums hurt: "An Ning! Why did you answer the phone? Are you avoiding me again? I tell you, your brother's cram school tuition has to be paid tomorrow. You should go to work and earn some money to call back. Also, for your living expenses, save some money and don't buy useless cosmetics all day long. Who do girls wear so beautifully? "
Listening to these familiar words, An Ning only felt ridiculous in her heart. She now lives in a six-person dormitory with a monthly living expenses of 500 yuan. She also has to work part-time as a dishwasher. Where can she get the money to buy cosmetics?
"No money." An Ning spoke, her voice a little hoarse, but her tone was as cold as ice.
