Xia Yan, with a successful career and countless harems, was judged by the ethics system as an inferior woman. The soul behind her was wiped out and she was thrown into the pure and kind little white flower artist Mo Qiuqiu. Mo Qiuqiu? Isn’t she the contracted artist of the company that is about to die a year from now? “The system pits me, let me be kind and cautious to re-behave and wait for death?” The tuba was blocked, the trumpet was retrained, and the system asked me to be gentle and frugal to die. I want to go to the pinnacle of life with my strength!
