Pointing at her own dress, Xu Chunxia sniffled and said, "This dress I'm wearing costs over a hundred yuan, and you want me to wear it to be a nanny, to scrub plates and wash dishes? Kang Libao, what exactly are you trying to do? And look at my hands, just look—how well I've taken care of them. Can these hands scrub plates and wash dishes? Serve other people?"
Before returning to North City, she basically lived days where someone waited on her. Now she was supposed to wait on others, do the dirty job of scrubbing plates and washing dishes—wasn't that just humiliating her?
"Do you think you're so noble?" Kang Li curled her lips, her beautiful eyes laced with mockery. She said coldly, "Using your own hands to work, earning your own living—does that make you lose face?"
Kang Li didn't need to think much to guess what Xu Chunxia had been up to those years she disappeared.
