Feng Jinglei turned away, not wanting to apply at M Group, not wanting any further entanglement with Qin Feimo, and certainly not wanting him to appear before her again, mocking her until she was covered in wounds.
But...
Just as she turned, her steps unconsciously paused.
Pulling out the only one hundred or so yuan left in her pocket, she wasn't sure how many more days she could hold on.
Her only previously close classmate, Xiaoqi, was also on a business trip and wouldn't return for another week.
As Qin's grandmother had said, even though she was a graduate of a prestigious school, she had no work experience, and it was indeed so difficult to find a job in the bustling Jingcheng.
Perhaps she should lower her job expectations? Now, she barely had money for food; maybe she could look for some restaurant work? Preferably those that included meals and lodging.
Thinking of this, Feng Jinglei took steps onto the bustling street.
