"Why do I feel like I can't be happy?"
Xiaoqian sat in a comfortable office chair, looking at the luxury office that seemed like a dream, but she just couldn't be happy. She's not someone with big ambitions; fighting at the bottom of society for a long time, all she sought was a life without worries of food and clothing. Suddenly becoming a vice president of a company made her feel that everything she now had was too unreal, as if everything could slip away from her hands at any moment. The psychological ups and downs made Xiaoqian uneasy, even a bit fearful.
"We should head back. Once we get home, we can set up the stall and still catch the night market," Xiaoqian said.
Jiang Xiaobai laughed, "Xiaoqian, why are you still thinking about setting up a stall? Our street vending days are over; from now on, this is our battleground!"
Xiaoqian replied, "Over? We still have so much inventory at home!"
