"Aunt, are they doing great in their business?"

Celia glanced at the stall across the street. Since the stall had not been set up yet, Celia wondered if they had quit.

"I'm just about to tell you that during the past few days you left, many people came to their stall and they made a great sale. But their business didn't go well these days, but they still have some customers. They open their stall a little late."

The woman then made a detailed account of the situation to Celia. After Celia left, their business was great. Although the quality of goods they sold was not good, there were still many people who would buy them since they were cheap.

"Well, are they still selling the previous styles?"

"Yes, the same as before. I haven't seen any new style."

Hearing this, Celia totally relieved. They didn't even have any new style. The only style was the same as hers. They were no match for her since they didn't know how to be

nce. The environment of the classroom made her feel too depressed. She also knew what other students had said, but she understood. If there was a person like her around, she would also feel strange. So she thought it was no big deal.

When she was out of the classroom, she heaved a sigh of relief. The exam just now was just too much for her.

"How was your exam?"

Linda passed by with a pile of papers in her hands.

"Miss Linda... Not bad."

Celia smiled shyly, recalling the first exam, Linda was the supervisor.

"Okay, keep going."

Linda had met Celia several times, and she began to appreciate Celia.

"Miss Linda, thank you. And thank you for your help last time when finding a house."

Last time, she was too anxious to find a house and didn't expect that Linda could help her with it.

"You are welcome. I didn't do anything. It's not easy for you to make a living outside."

It was not easy for a girl like her.