Tu Jiaqing discarded the small sealed bag furiously, trembling, she spat out, “I don’t want it!”
Miss Shu frowned. Without saying a word, she caught Tu Jiaqing’s hair, pulling her to the basin and pressing it down before turning on the tap.
She waited until the water covered Tu Jiaqing’s face. After Tu Jiaqing started struggling, she was pulled back by Miss Shu and her face was held facing the mirror. The secretary then whispered at her ear, “Look at your current appearance, and understand your identity. We can either make you popular, or destroy you. Do you think you are the only talent?”
Then, Miss Shu let go of her hand. Tu Jiaqing’s body collapsed limply onto the ground.
Her spirit started to wane, and she had reached her limits for the demand of those small pills.
How could this be?
Tu Jiaqing insanely asked herself, how could this be… It should not be like this.
