The extermination of Tianlong Gang couldn't happen without Bei Lingsu.
Light body skills.
Medical skills.
Truly enviable abilities.
And she could only stay in the kitchen, her body covered with the smell of soot and grease, circling around the stove.
Moreover, she carried the heavy burden of debt, and aside from the daily expenses, all the family's silver had to be handed over to Yang Wenxiao.
She used to not feel anything about this kind of life, but now, compared with Bei Lingsu, she felt just like the original owner, like a rat hiding in the gutter.
In the past, she was content being a village girl, always feeling that a simple life was the most touching.
But now...
Her nose tingled, and her eyes began to feel hot again. She quickly bit her lower lip, trying to force back the tears.
She couldn't cry.
Crying was utterly useless.
She couldn't cry.