Cecilia Adler had no choice but to pay. Walking out of the department store, she felt increasingly frustrated.
She'd spent three yuan on a pen, only to be met with disrespect from the salesclerk. 'What kind of nonsense was this?'
Making private deals felt like being a rat scurrying across the street, yet even spending her own money openly required her to be cautious.
'Did having no background and no connections mean she deserved to be bullied?'
She returned home in a foul mood. The moment she walked in, she saw Ian Quincy standing grimly in front of the TV console, staring at the framed portrait she had drawn of herself. He wasn't wearing his glasses again.
"Ian, where were you? I just got back and you weren't here."
