Seeing Yun Lan once again express this kind of thought, Yun Rou pondered for a moment. It was a good opportunity to give her a reminder, so she sat down next to Yun Lan and took her gentle little hand.
"Yun Rou?"
Yun Lan turned her head in confusion, only to hear Yun Rou say seriously:
"Xiao Lan, we actually are already happier than ninety percent of the working-class people in this world, right? Flying on private jets, staying in five-star hotels, eating Michelin-starred meals, receiving a five-figure salary every month, our income isn't worse than before at the club, but it's much more relaxed, and we're more presentable outside..."
"I know all this, Yun Rou, why are you suddenly saying this?"
Yun Lan was a bit puzzled.
"Do you want to lose your current lifestyle? Want to go back to before, working 12-hour shifts, suffering the whims of customers, and only having three days off a month..."
"Of course not!"
