"Humph," Gai Yu chuckled, "Don't forget, you've signed a five-year contract, from the age of twenty-two to twenty-seven, a girl's golden years. It's enough time to make an ugly duckling into a celebrated beauty host, or to ruin a promising presenter, making her a worthless non-entity."
She stretched out her palm and slowly curled her fingers, as if she were clutching an unseen little bird in her hand, gradually being strangled, unable to breathe.
"The moment you signed your name on the contract, your life was in my hands. Do you really think you can compensate the company five million in damages with your parents' meager pension?!"
Ye Qiao felt as if she had been struck by lightning, hitting her right where it hurt.
Her parents were ordinary workers, earning a few thousand yuan in pension every month, barely maintaining an average life.
If this matter really blew up, she had no means to fight with Gai Yu.
Five million?
Even selling their family house wouldn't cover the costs.
