"Don't you think this is a more cost-effective way to make someone work than hiring them?"
At the same time, a mechanized synthesized voice struck Fu Xuan's heart like a death knell.
Her service had expired?!!
What service?
The question had only just arisen when the answer spontaneously revealed itself.
—The bath towel that had been clinging tightly to her skin and squeezing her slightly suddenly became loose, bringing the comfort of wearing pajamas.
In the full-length mirror beside her, the woman who had looked bright and imposing moments ago now appeared so adorable...
"You've got to be kidding me."
Before the mountain-like pile of clothes, Fu Xuan's face was instantly filled with bitterness.
As if refusing to accept her fate, she flung off the bath towel wrapped around her, picked up a box containing a bra, and fastened the white lace bra around herself...
And then—
"Clack—"
The sound of the item falling because it could not be fastened echoed through the walk-in closet.
Fu Xuan painfully lowered her head and saw sour wild fruits and jade-smooth toes.
At that instant, the color vanished from Fu Xuan's golden eyes. A deathly silence lingered in the air.
Gone.
It was all gone.
There was a book on the Xianzhou ancient star called "The Story Within the Pillow."
It was recorded that Lu Sheng met the Daoist Old Man Lu at an inn in Handan and lamented his poverty. Old Man Lu took out a celadon pillow and told Lu Sheng to sleep.
In his dream, he married a woman surnamed Cui and smoothly embarked upon an official career, eventually becoming prime minister. Several years later, he had grandchildren and great-grandchildren, all of them talented, and then he retired at home to become an old patriarch...
Everything had