Si Chen's brows furrowed slightly, and he reminded her, lips pressed thin, "Your arm isn't fully healed yet."
Tong Yao moved her injured arm slightly to show him, "It's already scabbing over, there won't be any major issues by next week. It's pretty boring to stay at home all day, plus the possible gossiping. If I find a job, it won't be boring."
Seeing her stubborn resolve, Si Chen didn't continue to object, he casually asked, "What kind of job?"
"Serving food in the school canteen." Tong Yao pulled out her pre-prepared explanation. It's more or less the same as her selling milk tea to students, either way, she would be working at a school.
Si Chen looked surprised, "Why don't you find an easier job?"
