บท 335: Herb Picker

"You can still make more money! If you were as talented as Ali, we wouldn't have ended up like this!" The old lady snapped angrily and then muttered some almost inaudible words under her breath.

Her hair was so oily and gray. Her body was already pretty frail, along with the old age and accumulated stress. Her skin also has wrinkles everywhere.

Even though she had yet to reach the age of sixty, her appearance already resembled that of a grandmother in her seventies. In the current chaotic era, it was already a miracle for an ordinary person to survive past sixty.

"Sorry. I'm going to go to work now." A young lady pondered for a moment and left the hut.

She had already gotten used to receiving some verbal abuse, and the old lady's half-madness was what she faced every day. Even so, she had to take care of the old lady.