"Don't believe me? Then do you still remember Chen Fengyi? Because she betrayed him and almost handed you over to me, she is now working as a prostitute in the underground brothel he opened. She is played by different men every day..."
"That's enough! Get out!" I stood up and pointed at the door, "I hope today is the last time. If I hear you say bad things about him again, I will fire you immediately."
He stood up, showed a nice smile, and bowed slightly, "I hope Miss understands that you have no right to fire me. In this cold house, only I have the right to fire myself."
After he finished speaking, he turned and left
When he walked to the door, he turned back to me and said, "There are some gifts from me on the bedside table. I believe you will like them."
Turn around, leave, close the door, and the house becomes quiet
I shook my hair angrily. Although he was very arrogant, what he said was definitely the truth.
In this cold house, my rights are not as good as those of a servant. My father is on business trips abroad all the year round. No matter what kind of grievances I suffer, I always report the good news but not the bad. I am afraid that my father will worry about me.
Unable to restrain my curiosity, I opened the small pink drawer of the bedside table.
There are several pieces of A-4 paper inside, with photos of Yi Yang clearly printed on them. They are large and colorful.