Xia Wan knew that if she directly asked Yan Han to help her at her stall, her mother would surely be unhappy. However, now that she used such an excuse, her mother would be obliged to help her daughter's business, or it would lose money.
Moreover, she'd only earn 300 yuan a month by working for others. She could earn more than 1,000 yuan by helping her daughter.
A thousand yuan was not important. What was important was that if she could earn a thousand yuan from the share, her daughter would definitely earn even more.
Yan Han carefully looked at the account book again, knowing that Xia Wan was telling the truth and not deliberately adjusting the accounts to convince her to help. She nodded and said, "Alright, but I've never done this kind of work before. If I don't make good sales, I won't hold you back and try the domestic helper job instead."
Seeing that Yan Han had agreed, Xia Wan smiled. "Alright."
