Bai Xiaolian smiled and nodded.

Deep down, she felt a pang of sadness. Compared to Nan Zhi, she was now worlds apart.

After dinner, Nanzhi went to her study, where she writes a little bit of her novel every day, and now she has written about 300,000 words.

The company and the association were almost done with their work.

Shen Xingmian also went to her study to have a video conference with Xiyue Group.

Bai Xiaolian insisted on washing the dishes.

She was alone in the kitchen, looking sullen, melancholy, and sad.

Why is God so unfair? Why are some people born into a life of luxury, while others have to face beatings and scoldings?

Why is it that some people can marry a perfect man, while others have to face the sorrow of daily life?

Bai Xiaolian thought of her parents, who were always arguing because of money.

Is she destined to live like this for the rest of her life?

Bai Xiaolian felt a strong aversion to this idea.

"No, I can't go on like this. I have to fight for myself."

She muttered something under her breath, a hint of madness flashing in Bai Xiaolian's eyes.

"Knock knock knock".

"Please come in."

Nanzhi was sitting at her desk, typing on her keyboard, when she heard a knock on the door and spoke.

The door opened, and Bai Xiaolian walked in carrying a glass of milk.

"Zhizhi, I've heated up a glass of milk for you."

Bai Xiaolian walked over and placed the milk on the table. Nan Zhi continued typing without looking up. After finishing a paragraph, he finally looked up and smiled at Bai Xiaolian.

"Thank you, cousin."

He picked up the milk and took a sip.