Huo Xueying was quite accepting of Song Tan's beauty.
After all, a girl's looks depend on her vitality! Song Tan doesn't even have to work now; it's only natural she looks better, right? As for herself, if she keeps going to this miserable job, she's going to grow corpse spots soon!
So she blames everything on the damn work, and at this moment, can't help but touch Song Tan's face again. It's smooth and tender, making her hum again: "When can I stop working? Your hair has even grown thicker!"
Song Tan was curious: "Weren't you always talking about changing jobs before? Why haven't you left yet?"
Huo Xueying lamented: "You were always talking about changing jobs before, but never left... Whatever your reason is, that's mine too!"
At the end of the day, capitalists are all the same!
