The heavy rain hit the glazed tiles of the restaurant, splashing water mist.
Yun Yuxin stood in the middle of the hall, thirty pairs of eyes staring at her like a drowned dog.
She was wearing work clothes today, the kind that had been washed white, and the cuffs still had rust from moving goods in the warehouse.
Three days ago, she was counting goods in the warehouse of the Hansoh Group, carrying box after box onto the truck, and three blood blisters appeared on her fingers.
Fiancé Feng Jiahao was sitting on the main seat, holding a cup of tea in his hand and blowing hot air slowly.
Next to him, Yun Yuxin's cousin Wu Zixuan held his arm and leaned on his shoulder with a smile.
That posture is like a real young lady.
"Yun Yuxin, let's talk things over."
