In my previous life, my sister said she would arrange a good job for me, but instead she sent me to a club to accompany me for drinks. She also accused me of not loving myself, which made my parents and relatives hate me. But I didn't expect that I would get to know the prince of the Beijing circle and become his canary, doted on by thousands of people. My sister was laid off. Everyone praises me as more promising than my sister. My sister was jealous and killed me with her car. When I woke up again, my sister pushed me away and told the foreman that she was the new person reporting today, and I knew that she was also reborn. She looked at me with a smile and said that it wouldn't be long before she would be held in the palm of the prince's hand. I laughed too. Because in my last life, I was not a canary, but a scapegoat.
