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No wonder when Chu Yang ran into Lu Qiqi last night, she reeked of alcohol. It turns out she was working at the bar.
"Is the money you earn enough to cover your mother's medical fees?" Cheng asked.
Lu Qiqi's eyes filled with a hint of despair, and she let out a long sigh before saying, "Although I earn quite a bit from drink companionship at the bar, and on a good night I might make several thousand yuan, much of it goes to the bar, so there's not much left for me."
"My mother is in the hospital, and it costs more than twenty thousand a day. My earnings are merely a drop in the bucket."
When Lu Qiqi said this, her eyes turned somewhat desperate, "Right now, I really don't know what to do."
"Even though I detest the bar atmosphere, as things stand, working there is the quickest way for me to make money. I have no other choice." As Lu Qiqi spoke, her eyes began to well up.