This simple handshake can be regarded as the first meeting and the courtesy between the two people.

The time of shaking hands is also important. It should not be too long, one to two seconds is better.

After greeting this pretty little girl, Han Muxue was about to take her right hand away from Li Zitong's warm palm, but Li Zitong suddenly grabbed Han Muxue's hand firmly at the last second.

Neither of them moved for a moment.

Han Muxue looked at the little girl with an innocent smile in surprise. Most of her original unhappiness and doubts floating in her heart disappeared in an instant.

"Little beauty, what are you doing?"

Li Zitong stared at her with his round eyes for a few seconds without blinking. Then he woke up as if from a dream. He said a long "oh" at the end, slowly let go of his hand, lowered his head and pouted with regret.

Somewhat unhappy.

"It's my first time meeting my idol, so I'm a little excited. I wish I could hold Sister Xue'er's hand for a little longer. I really like you, Sister Xue'er!"

Her clear eyes turned out to be sky blue upon closer inspection, which made her eyes look like they were hiding stars and sea, shining with a mysterious luster.

"You have foreign ancestry? Your pupils are blue?"

Han Muxue was so close to her just now, and she was sure that those were not colored contact lenses. How could the colored contact lenses be so natural? They were born.

"I don't know. My parents didn't want me long ago. I grew up in an orphanage in Country M."

She spoke lightly, as if she didn't care much about this tragic childhood memory, but it aroused Han Muxue's sympathy.

Han Muxue remembered that she had spent so many lonely years in the orphanage after her mother passed away, and she couldn't help but feel a little more sorry for this little girl.

What's more, she grew up in Country M, a "free country" where everyone holds a gun and drug and red light districts are rampant. How difficult must it be for her to be a helpless little girl like a rootless grass?

Survive?

"Li Zitong, how do you feel in the company? Is anyone bullying you?"

Han Muxue couldn't help but care about this junior, mainly because they all had the same life experience.

Li Zitong's answer was very ambiguous, noncommittal, and somewhat official.

"Well, how should I put it, it should be~ pretty good."

"What do you mean it should be pretty good? If it's okay, it's okay. If it's not okay, it's not okay. In front of Sister Xue'er, don't speak so officially."

"I think it's pretty good, really."

"real?"

"real."

Li Zitong's tone still made Han Muxue think there was something going on.

She frowned and thought for a while, and quickly made a close guess.

"Those old guys are bullying you newcomers again, right?"

Li Zitong quickly denied it.

"No Sister Xue'er, don't think blindly as soon as you come back. Go to the company and have a good rest first. This is my own business and I can handle it well!"

"So there is?"

Han Muxue grasped the key point of the words.

"Zi Tong, don't be afraid. As long as Sister Xue'er is here, they can't change the world!"

"Sister Xue'er, it's better not to be impulsive. Let's clarify the matter first!"

Xiaoyun, who was sitting in the back row, felt that Han Muxue was irrational. At the same time, she sensed that this Li Zitong was also a scheming woman and was definitely not as pure and innocent as she seemed on the surface.

"I didn't say that I didn't want to ask clearly. I'll go to the company to confront him in a while!"

"It's really no need, Sister Xue'er!"

The black business car slowly stopped at the door of the building, and the door slowly opened. Han Muxue pulled Li Zitong out without any explanation, and then called Xiaoyun to stop.

Xiaoyun did not move, looking at Han Muxue with some worry, and wanted to argue a few words. The next second, Han Muxue directly grabbed Li Zitong's wrist and rushed in, without giving Xiaoyun a chance to choose.

"Xue'er, you're back!"

Every passerby in the company smiled brightly and came to say hello to Han Muxue from a distance, but she ignored them all. She aggressively dragged them directly to the elevator and rushed to the dance studio where those people often did evil things.

Only this time, they didn't practice dancing in a dance studio sweating like rain. Instead, they sat together in a decadent group in a small single room, smoking and talking to relieve their boredom.

After the last acid incident, although several people did not suffer much damage, their faces, backs of hands, and calves all had varying degrees of damage, and they were permanent. Although the scars were not big, they could be treated for a long time.

For them, being in the spotlight is almost a devastating blow.

Although the company paid for their treatment for a while, it was foreseeable that they would soon be swept away as non-recyclable garbage.

"Yao Meng!"

The door of the dark and airtight miscellaneous cubicle was violently kicked open.

A few people slowly and reluctantly stood up and walked to the door to see who was coming to stir up trouble.

"Hey, are you back?"

"Yao Meng, what do you do every day in the company? Is it fun to always bully newcomers and juniors?"

"It's interesting, very interesting. I was selected by my agency to be a trainee in Country H when I was thirteen years old. I have been practicing dancing for so many years to prepare for my debut. Who the hell has time to learn cultural qualities?"

"What's wrong with you? Why are you talking like this?"

Han Muxue has been in contact with Yao Meng. Although she has not always had a good reputation and looks like a girl, she has always been very pious about her debut. The lights in the dance studio were turned on until midnight to illuminate her.

Liang showed her practicing silently alone.

"What do you know! Do you understand the sadness that the harder you work, the less power you have? I have devoted more than ten years of youth and sweat, but in the end? They told me that it's not that I have no strength, but that I am too old.

It’s suitable, but I’m only twenty-six years old this year. I’m twenty-six years old. Can’t I fight anymore at the age of twenty-six?”

Han Muxue was silent.

She is also in this industry and knows how cruel this industry is. The top ones can indeed enjoy all the good resources, but cannon fodder like Yao Meng, who is struggling on the edge, abounds.

"It's useless for you to tell me this. I can't decide anything. Sister Lan and the others in the company have the final say."

Sister Hong rarely shows up since she fell ill. Sister Lan is responsible for all matters.

"I know, there are some words that I feel uncomfortable holding back if I don't say them out loud."

She finally turned around and put out the cigarette at the corner of the table, waving away the choking and unpleasant smoke with her hands. She glanced at Li Zitong with her eyes that were a little hopeless.

"Little girl, work hard. It's not easy to get involved in this world. No matter how beautiful you are, you still have to be strong. There will always be someone prettier than you."

She called to her other frustrated teammates who were leaning aside and went out together. When she passed by Han Muxue, she still said an apology from Yao Meng's mouth.

The few of them were speechless and stopped moving. This was most likely their last meeting.

Han Muxue stood in the long corridor, looking at the backs of Yao Meng and others.

Somewhat desolate.
Chapter completed!