"What's wrong with being a waitress?" Tong Keke turned her small face to the side, her beautiful yet defiant eyes glistening with tears. "I can earn over a thousand yuan in just one night. Nowadays, it's hard to find an easy job that pays well like this. Anyway, I enjoy it, so stop meddling in my business."
Staring at the girl who had suddenly become so pragmatic and was putting money above everything else, Gu Qianxi was utterly stunned.
Had she completely forgotten all the refinement and gentleness he had spent so much effort cultivating in her?
She had turned into a worldly girl.
A sharp pain struck Gu Qianxi's chest again. He bellowed, "So, just for a little bit of money, you came here to work? Putting up with insults, being bossed around, having to lower yourself to apologize to others—are you proud of this?"
Tong Keke already felt humiliated; now, hearing his words, her tears fell uncontrollably.
