Night Nine arrived soon.

As soon as she stepped inside, she saw the designer she had a vague recollection of from last time.

There were only two people in the room. Could it be that the spirited designer Mrs. mentioned was her?

"Ye Jiu, you're here? Do you know this designer?" An Xiaonuan pointed to Kong Mingming and asked.

At nine o'clock, Ye nodded and said, "Well, I remember her name is Kong Mingming. She's an intern designer at our company."

"Yeah, I think her work has a lot of potential. I'll have her send me the designs directly from now on." An Xiaonuan repeated what she had just said to Kong Mingming.

Kong Ming looked into An Xiaonuan's eyes, filled with gratitude. Then he bowed to Ye Jiu and said, "Thank you, Assistant Ye."

Ye Jiu was taken aback by the sudden bow, and turned to say, "No need to thank me. It was Madam who wanted to promote you. Just do your best in the future."

However, this girl is really honest.

She hadn't seen anyone bow and thank others in years.

Kong Mingming nodded vigorously and replied, "Yes, I will definitely draw a good picture!"

I can't disappoint Mr. An!

An Xiaonuan still wanted to say something else, but Kong Mingming's phone rang.

It seems we can't make it work.

An Xiaonuan pressed down on the conversation and said, "Study hard these days. After I return to the company, I'll find you again. Don't bother me today."

Kong Ming felt a little lightheaded, and she wanted to chat with him for a few more minutes. But her phone kept ringing in her pocket, and she didn't want to overstay her welcome. She could only see them out the door, then bowed to An Xiaonuan again before turning back to her room.

An Xiaonuan found Ye Jiu also had something to talk about, so she left 1606. They went to Ye Jiu's room.

While Kong Ming, who had sent the two away, saw the caller ID, his face, which had been full of joy, instantly fell.

"Hello, Mom." Her voice was cold, completely different from the warm and slightly timid girl she had been just moments ago.

Behind the thick glasses was a look of utter resignation.

It's taken her this long to answer the phone, I bet she's going to say those annoying things again.

Sure enough, a sharp barrage of curses immediately came through the phone: “You little bitch, where are you fooling around again? Didn't I tell you to transfer ten thousand back? Why haven't you done it yet? Don't you know your brother needs new clothes? Did you secretly hide it yourself?”

A barrage of questions left Kong Ming struggling for breath.

She walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, looked out at the bustling street, opened the window, took a deep breath of fresh air, and then said: "Didn't I transfer ten thousand to you last month? I have no money now, and I have expenses here too."

She wasn't lying, but the person on the other end of the phone didn't believe her at all. He said directly, "You ungrateful wretch, we raised you this big, and now you don't even want to give a little money? Do you want your own younger brother to be looked down upon by others?"

Kong Mingming was five years older than her younger brother. Growing up under the influence of her parents' traditional preference for sons, she had never seen the outside world and thought there was nothing wrong with their way of doing things.

But when she walked out of that mountain village and into this bustling city, she realized her problems were much bigger than she thought.

She used to think that her parents were hard-working and her younger brother was young, so she felt it was okay to do more things for them and give them some money. But until the past two years, she realized how wrong she had been.

She thought she was the pillar of the family, but in reality, she was just a free unpaid laborer.

Still the kind who can do any work to make money, getting beaten up while eating and sleeping, that kind of hard labor!

She was overwhelmed by work and life, wanting to vent to her family, but they scolded her harshly instead.

They say she's got a delicate constitution and can't do anything, if she can't do anything, just go home and get married so she can get some dowry money.

After that, Kong Mingming never told his family about his stress again.

Later on, she managed to pull herself together. She told her family that she had earned her first paycheck and thought she would receive praise from them, but instead, she was told: "Just so happens your brother needs a new phone, transfer all your wages to me."

At that time, Kong Mingming hadn't truly realized the wrongness of his parents. He just felt uncomfortable in his heart.

But later, when she went to visit a colleague's house, seeing how her parents treated that girl with such deference, she realized that the life she had always thought was good was actually quite bad.

Then, when her mother called that day, she for the first time in her life stood up to her.

The result was, of course, endless curses.

Then Kong Ming realized vaguely, that in his mother's heart, he didn't even have a place, let alone a status!

After she figured it out, she wanted to get out of this food chain.

Even now, she remains at the bottom of the food chain.

Why is that?

Listening to the vulgar curses on the other end of the phone, Kong Mingming asked himself this question.

Probably still have some expectations.

She glanced down at the cheap t-shirt she was wearing and said into the phone, "I'm out of money, let's talk next month."

Then he hung up the phone, turned on Do Not Disturb mode, and then opened the frequently used software.

The person she follows posted another update.

Kong Mingming clicked on the link of the person's mechanical location and saw that he posted a status update:

Perhaps you don't know, the way you smile, can make me remember you even from thousands of miles away.

May you always be like a valiant warrior, marching forward bravely through adversity.

Move forward with determination, never looking back.

If peace is too difficult, I hope you are always happy.

For some reason, Kong Ming always felt that this sentence was being said to her.

But the idea was gone in an instant.

Because this is simply impossible.

But she still commented underneath: "Even a warrior can't be brave forever."

This comment was soon lost in the comment section.

Kong Mingming didn't care either. He tossed his phone onto the bed and went to take a shower.

There was a new reply under her comment: "If possible, I hope you don't have to become a warrior."

An Xiaonuan, who left in 1606, has now arrived at Ye Jiu's room.

Looking at the layout, which was almost identical to Kong Ming's room, An Xiaonuan frowned and asked, "Would you like to change rooms? Don't worry about the money, the company will cover it."

An assistant, living in the same class of hotel as the designers, makes it seem like the company is broke?

"No need, this room is sufficient and allows us to keep an eye on them." Ye Jiu didn't have any particular demands about this.

"Well then," An Xiaonuan saw that she really didn't have any intention of changing rooms, so she stopped talking.

Then Ye Jiu began to report on the recent performance of these designers.

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