"M-master…" Xuan Lincheng gripped her palms tightly until her nail dug to her skin. The girl looked up with eyes full of tears and said weakly, "I-i need this job…"
"I-i need money. If you fire me– "
"If we fire you, then what?" Zhao Yun rolled his eyes.
'I have seen a lot of people faking their tears when they are about to be fired.' The boy casually pricked his earlobe.
Xuan Lincheng was taken aback. She glanced at Zhao Yun and couldn't help but curse in her heart.
'Why is this boy's tongue so sharp?! Just shut up!!' She wanted to speak this out loud, but she refrained.
The girl continued her act. While still kneeling on the floor, this time, she prostrated until her head touched the floor.
"I have a sickly older brother! He is in the hospital right now and, and." Xuan Lincheng started to sob louder.
"My parents had passed away. I'm the only one paying for his hospital bill!" Her voice went up a few octaves.
