People in Xiangjiang didn't like her Mandarin singing. Although she worked hard to learn Cantonese, they still didn't like her when they learned that she was a mainland girl.

Without a job, the money in Wang Wen's pocket is shrinking rapidly, which makes her worried.

But she still hadn't figured out where to go.

The dream is still there, but I can’t bear to be prosperous.

If she were asked to go back to the courtyard house in the capital to empty the toilet, she would no longer be able to stand the smell.

But if she stayed in Xiangjiang, her chances were slimmer than buying a lottery ticket. If she continued, she would probably starve to death.

The more I think about it, the more annoying it becomes, but fortunately I can escape reality.

The fried buns sold downstairs are full of ingredients, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, with a burnt aroma. It’s best to soothe your empty stomach first.

After taking a bite of fried buns, Wang Wen opened the newspaper and went directly to the entertainment section to see if she could find any new jobs.

However, the huge black title attracted all her attention.

She read it over and over again, even forgetting to eat the fried buns.

Think about the memories from that time and think about your current situation.

Has that awe-inspiring young man grown to the point where Feng Wanqian needs to declare war?

Wang Wen recalled the phone call from her friend Qu Qi a few days ago, inviting her to Wenju.

Qu Qi said that it was a very beautiful and big house.

The company helped her find it and also helped her bear half of the cost of buying the house.

And Qu Qi’s company belongs to that boy, right?

Wang Wen suddenly opened her mouth wide and swallowed the fried bun in one bite. Although her mouth was sore from the hot oil, she still endured it.
Chapter completed!