Ou Lan felt more and more pitiful as she spoke.
During this time, she had been like a little warrior with a sharpened head, bustling about every day so busily, like a spinning top, without any time to carefully contemplate life.
At this moment, she suddenly felt her life was so tragic.
Damn it, busying myself like this every day, working diligently, only to realize I couldn't even draw a salary.
The position of General Manager of Huaguan, Moxiao had initially offered her an astronomical annual salary, but damn his cunning, during the divorce, he listed so many terms, and somehow, the Divorce Agreement ended up showing she owed him a lot of money, making her high salary go toward paying off debts.
She worked day and night like an ox and a horse for him, yet received a salary akin to that of a mall janitor, that evil capitalist progenitor, Zhan Moxiao.
