Mo Yesi's Narration Was Only For Her
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
If the facial masks she endorsed sold well, it would help her take on more endorsements.
She wasn't as unreasonable as before, wanting to rely on herself and being unwilling to accept help from others.
Mo Yesi was her husband, the person closest to her.
She could accept her husband's help.
Ever since she figured this out, Qiao Mianmian didn't have any psychological barriers.
The original resources were also a resource.
Otherwise, if she was born into a rich and powerful family, would she have to break away from them just to prove that she could make it without relying on her parents?
Only a fool would do such a thing.
"Hubby, thank you," Qiao Mianmian said softly.
Mo Yesi was silent.
His silence was a little long, so long that Qiao Mianmian thought he was doing something else. She couldn't help but call out softly, "Mo Yesi, are you still there?"
"Mm."