"You want to quit your job at the mall?" Fang Ya looked at Han Qiao, who was sitting in front of her and asked.
Han Qiao nodded and said, "It's time-consuming, the pay is low, and it's a long distance away. There's no future for it."
Fang Ya frowned slightly. She felt a little uncomfortable when she heard Han Qiao's words.
"Then what do you plan to do?" Fang Ya asked again.
"Isn't your place short of manpower? See what position you can arrange for me. I'll carry it out," Han Qiao said, her face full of excitement.
Fang Ya looked at Han Qiao, thought for a moment, and said, "I'm just starting out now, and my salary is very low. Are you sure you can accept it?"
Han Qiao waved her hand and said indifferently, "We're all family. It's okay!"
Fang Ya looked at Han Qiao's forthright manner, but the expression on her face was not good.
