You Threw Money at Her

That night, Xiaozhou slept soundly in Zhao Xi's arms but she did not sleep much. Lying on the bed looking at the ceiling, her mind was filled with the past.

Actually before she came here, she lived quite pitifully. Other than when her mother was around, she could be carefree. For the rest of her life, she lived for the sake of her brother.

She had fought for him, fought for him, and in the end, robbed him. She had even taken her own life.

She did not hate him. That was the natural choice of everyone who held high positions. However, she regretted not living for herself.

Mrs. Zhou's words from that day lingered in her ears. She said that she thought that she was a designer. . .

Designer?

This thing seemed to be quite fun and made quite a bit of money. Maybe, she can try it?