The once familiar and caring face now looked sinister and terrifying to Lin Yuan.
Suddenly, his heart skipped a beat, but then quickly steadied.
His expression unchanging.
He asked, "Uncle Dong, is there something you need?"
"You're here to check on the lamp wicks, huh… Truly diligent, no need to look so earnestly, checking once every one or two hours is enough…"
Old Dong's demeanor was very warm, laughing as he said, "Don't we all get paid today for yesterday's work? You were late today, and I forgot to settle your earnings from yesterday, here, this is your pay from yesterday…"
As he spoke, he handed over three hundred-yuan bills.
"Thank you, Uncle Dong."
Lin Yuan took the money, feeling the vibration of his phone in his palm.
He asked, "By the way, Uncle Dong, why are there no family members keeping watch here this time?"
