When Qin Yin sat back down to redo her makeup, everyone's gaze at her was noticeably different from before, with more admiration and respect, and less disdain.
Qin Yin sneered internally, so this is what society has turned into?
Only money can earn respect, and of course, no one cares how that money was made. She looked at some women nearby, almost clinging to the men next to them, acting cute and coquettish, yet the store clerks greeted each with a smile.
What an era where poverty is laughed at but not prostitution.
When she sat down again, Qin Yin asked the Makeup Artist, "I remember this place was managed by Yu Qian before, how come everyone has changed?"
