d to He Shumei in her heart.When the door opened, Lin Jinran stood before him. Behind him was a messy bed and a pair of brown trousers on the floor.More infuriatingly, on Lin Jinran's snow-white neck...In the beginning, Zhou Ling'er was still in contact with her sister. Her sister would tell her about the closed training period for her work, mentioning that she wouldn't be allowed to have her phone and might be out of touch for a while. She asked her sister not to worry if they couldn't contact each other during that time.

Zhou Ling'er also asked what this job was.

My little sister always uses the excuse of having signed a contract, saying it's confidential and she can't tell him what it is.

I just told him this job can make money. When he does well, I'll take Zhou Ling'er with me to work later. After a few years of hard work, we can open our own store and not be wage earners anymore.

The two of them had a dream since childhood of opening their own store, a small one selling all sorts of odds and ends.

When they were young, they especially envied children who had parents who owned businesses, wanting to eat and drink whatever they wanted without having to spend money.

Although they didn't earn much at the time, they would all pool a portion of their earnings together and make plans for opening a shop in the future.

If a job pays enough for one month to cover an entire year's salary, in a few years they will be able to afford the shop of their dreams.iliar yet strange feeling arose in my heart.Her wedding photos with Fu Mo Han were still on display on the wall at the head of her bed, and the tea set was still placed on the shelf and on the table.E...