Xu Xiaoya couldn't bear it anymore. "There are billions of people working in the world, it's not just Yan Xixi. If she loves work and wants to strive for a career, isn't that okay?"
Zhou Xiaoxuan scoffed, "Stop trying to pretty things up for her. If she really wanted to work, what was she doing all this time? Wasn't she just messing around with San Shao and getting used by him? See? Now she's made a fool of herself. She didn't get any houses or cars. If she doesn't work, she'll starve."
"Zhou Xiaoxuan, how can you talk like that?"
"I'm just stating a fact. Did I say something wrong? San Shao never truly cared for her. Otherwise, with his wealth, he could have easily set her up with a coffee shop or a boutique, letting her be a comfortable and respectable owner. Why would she need to stoop to being a low-level office worker? Working nine-to-five, battling the crush on public transport only to arrive disheveled and weary, and for what little money?"
