C74 I'm Not Doing This for You

Ling Qianqian sat on the floor at the door with a blank look on her face, sitting there from noon to night. She did not take a sip of water or a mouthful of rice. The sky outside gradually darkened and Ling Qianqian's pupils slightly moved. A painful twitching came from her stomach. Because she had been working for the past few years, she had not eaten a single meal