"All right, you two can go in now. Once inside, someone will assign you a place based on your skills, and then you can work to earn food, water, and a place to live," the staff member handed them each a signed form.
This form dispelled Su Mingzhu's freshly born feelings of jealousy as she clutched the paper and suddenly felt deflated.
Indeed, she and her mother were now just two helpless and weak women. As for seeking Su Zhiruan, Mingzhu knew it was improbable. She had always considered herself a noble and proud person. If she were to humble herself and ask Su Zhiruan for help now, it would also strike a blow to her pride.
However, she also knew that given the current circumstances, she would likely never surpass the achievements of Su Zhiruan in this lifetime.
Thinking this, Su Mingzhu suddenly felt even more dejected. What did the small favors at home amount to now?
