Everything on her body added together did not surpass three hundred yuan.
This was his first impression of the girl. It was not that he was snobbish, but it had been an occupational habit that he had developed from being a manager for so long. When he looked at someone, he would first assess the person's clothing, her temperament, and how she held herself, then he would quickly calculate whether the person was "Star Quality", "Exploitable", or "Useless".
The girl in front of him was slightly hunchbacked, and her strides were not graceful either. Her skin was yellow and coarse, and he knew with one glance that she had not taken good care of it. Despite himself, he thought of Xia Ling, whose age was similar to this girl. Xia Ling had such touching eyes and fair, glowy skin. When she smiled, the whole world seemed to lit up…
