Although her agent said that, by the time they were wrapping up, Zhao Jiaqi felt like her stomach was about to flip out.
She stood in front of the mirror in the bathroom, looking at her ragged state, gritted her teeth, forcing herself to carry on.
She couldn't give up yet.
Ever since her family went bankrupt, she hadn't had a single good day.
She was no longer pampered, and no longer had anyone protecting her. Her father's old friends avoided them like the plague, none of them were willing to help.
The family house and the car were both sold to pay off the debts, and she was forced to work hard. She had done all sorts of jobs, being a waitress, a luxury store sales consultant, kneeling before others to help them put on shoes, she did not know how many times she had done it, and yet, she had to endure.
She used to always think that she was a princess and that her parents would always have money. Now she knew how naïve she was.
-