C70 The Dilemma of Having No Money

Although I promised Mr. Justice that I would work well in front of him, he still didn't agree to help me arrange a job in their company.

I really can't do anything to Mr. Justice. I looked at him with a sad face. He minded his own business and drank wine, as if I didn't mention this to him. His composure is really worthy of his nickname.

I looked at my mother as if asking for help again