She no longer wanted to return to her previous hard days, nor was it easy for her to settle down and be an ordinary beautician.
Having left President Guo, if in the future there were Presidents Li and Wang wanting to maintain her, she would still succumb.
The so-called opening of a beauty salon was just a self-consolation after being abandoned by President Guo.
Dreaming of changing her life with that money.
But she knew that the chances of success were not high.
After all, she was just a novice who had been in the industry for half a year, which was why she thought of pulling Zhang Mengchu, a veteran in the field, to join her.
Did I really make a mistake?
If I had kept to my principles then, could my future have been as happy as Qianqian's?
Once regret started, it was like a bone-corroding toxin, impossible to shake off.
...
Dusk slowly descended.
In Chang'an District's Hilton Hotel, the multifunctional activity center was brightly lit.
