Meanwhile.
Han Sumei had barely managed to fill her stomach.
She returned to the Ghost Artifact processing workshop.
She gazed at the brightly lit space, the constantly moving conveyor belts, and the busy workshop employees.
She rubbed her stomach. She still felt hungry. The food in the first-floor cafeteria was absolutely terrible—only a tiny bit better than pig slop.
It was even worse than the food at the manor where Yun Zhenyue used to be.
At least they actually fed you proper food there.
They never skimped on the servants' meals, and it was all free.
'What a crappy factory!'
Han Sumei's heart was filled with resentment.
"You're back?" the Ghost Line Chief said, her cold eyes glancing up.
"Thank you, Line Chief."
Han Sumei said, forcing down her discomfort.
"Enough with the pleasantries. Get to work," the Ghost Line Chief said impatiently.
...
Han Sumei hurriedly changed into her work clothes.
She stole a glance at Yamada Aiko beside her.
