Mu Chudi staggered away, and she had not yet had time to retrieve her bag which had fallen somewhere.

Penniless, she walks along the road, the hot sun shines down, burning hot.

But her heart is still as cold as an ice cellar.

The cheque is gone. This time I was a white-collar worker and I was lyricized once.

Ha ha...

walks aimlessly. Suddenly, a car flies by and stops at the traffic lights ahead. A pool of sewage rushes over and wets her skirt.

Mu Chudi looked at the past and saw three familiar figures floating across the car.

Mushan's mother and daughter and Yang Tianqi?

Seeing Yang Tianqi,...