In the room, Zhu Moli was curled up on the bed, wrapping herself tightly with the quilt. Ever since Brother Ahn had assaulted her that night, she had become a frightened bird, suspecting everyone wanted to harm her.
While serving drinks at the bar, she often lost control and splashed alcohol on customers, receiving numerous complaints. After all, customers were paying for enjoyment, not trouble.
The bar owner, seeing her state, directly fired her. After all, she was no longer suitable to entertain guests with drinks; the bar couldn't afford to drive the patrons away.
She stared at the twenty thousand yuan on the bed, her eyes filled with hatred. It was that twenty thousand that cost her the most precious thing she had.
If only she hadn't craved that twenty thousand yuan, hadn't forced herself to drink those five glasses of alcohol. The other women could fight over it, and she wouldn't have ended up like this.
