My monthly salary is 3,500, but I personally broke antiques worth millions.
The owner of the antique is the most powerful man in City A.
He stood in front of the debris, as cold as an ice sculpture.
But I, the queen of violent sorting, still don't know what trouble I've gotten myself into.
Unexpectedly, the compensation conditions he offered were even more outrageous than the antique itself.
From that day on, the most expensive CEO in City A became my creditor.
But I, a woman who could carry two hundred kilograms of goods without blinking an eye, couldn't bear a look from him.
