The salesgirl felt as if she had fallen into an ice cave. A basin of bone-chilling water was poured on her head.
She felt cold all over, so cold that it seeped into her bones.
Her legs went soft and she knelt on the ground, without a trace of strength.
"Manager Meng, I was wrong. Please give me another chance. I can't lose this job. My family relies on this job to support their daily lives. My useless brother gambled away all the money in the family. My parents favor boys over girls, so they used all kinds of methods to play the fool, pretend to be sick, and pretend to be dead. They took all the money out of me. If I don't have this job, I'll be out of food immediately."
Store manager Meng looked at her with disdain and smiled coldly.
"Oh, really? Then you're really quite miserable, but what does Yingluo have to do with me?"
The salesgirl's eyes were filled with despair.
She raised her head and looked at Wen Muchu with hope.
