Life is like a whirlpool; the more you struggle, the deeper you sink.
The bruised and battered Lan Yening walked out of the hospital.
He saw his mother hurrying towards him, carrying things to see him.
"Xiao Ning, why did you get discharged?"
"The hospital fees are too expensive, I don't want to stay there anymore."
"That won't do, you need to fully recover first."
Zhang Ya felt both heartbroken and afraid seeing her son like this.
"Mom, I'm really fine now."
For some reason, Lan Yening felt a strong aversion to his mother's concern.
"Xiao Ning, tell me, who hit you?"
"... What's the use of telling you? Can you help me with anything!" Lan Yening sighed impatiently, "Mom, please let me have some peace. I have to go to work tonight."
"Work? Are you going to do those shameful things again?" Zhang Ya grabbed his arm, her eyes on her pale face seemed to blaze with fire.
"I'm going to be a model, it's a legitimate job."
