When she was thirty years old, she walked out from the thirtieth floor. The entire network was blackmailed, her contract was torn up, and Xue Zang was banned. After a combination of punches, she fell from the altar into the mud.
When she opened her eyes again, she was twenty-two years old. Just one month after graduating from college, the day before registration for the competition. She had only one thought: to get back what was hers.
She didn't know that at her funeral in her previous life, there was a man standing in the last row without leaving his name. Fortunately, in this life, she recognized her. She finally no longer has to carry it alone.
