Although Leng Yixiu didn't explicitly say it, Lin Yixun still sensed the meaning in his words. In this man's eyes, she was his mistress and should obediently listen to him, do as he says.
"Heh..." Lin Yixun chuckled softly, "Leng Yixiu, I haven't forgotten what my status is. But, Leng Yixiu, I am a person, not your slave!"
Lin Yixun hung up the phone, but the anger and humiliation in her heart lingered for a long time. She is a person with flesh and blood, she has the freedom to choose her job, the freedom to decide how to work. Why does Leng Yixiu have to control her so tightly, not even giving her this small space of freedom to work?
She smiled self-deprecatingly. It seemed that what those people said in the bathroom earlier wasn't wrong. It's just that her backing isn't a "sugar daddy," but essentially, it's the same.
