At one in the early morning, Xu Siyu dragged her weary body from Helen's Bar after work.
This used to be the place where Xu Siai worked. The boss, knowing that Xu Siai had died, felt sorry for the Xu family. He offered her a job with good pay to help alleviate her pressing needs.
Not taking the opportunity to make money was not Xu Siyu's style. For her, what was pride worth? If shouting "I'm poor" on the street netted her a few hundred dollars, she'd be shouting it thousands of times every day.
Feeling drained after leaving the bar, Xu Siyu struggled to marshal any energy. She was both tired and sleepy, lethargically making her way down the street.