Shen Mianmian sighed. Although she felt sympathy for Zhang Qian, she had no intention of intervening, as this was ultimately Zhang Qian's family matter.
Zhang Qian herself didn't want to tell Zhang Xue, which indicated she still wanted to get on with life. Between spouses, there is definitely a closer bond than with outsiders. If they were to stand up for Zhang Qian now, who knows, after this affair, she might blame them for meddling.
But Zhang Qian, after all, had been working here for so long; although she occasionally played some small cunning tricks, she had never made a big mistake. As a boss, Shen Mianmian still had some human kindness.
"Tomorrow, let Brother Jun bring her an old hen and also send her one hundred eggs to nourish her body," she said.
"Okay," Xiaocui nodded in agreement.
Actually, she had previously sent Zhang Qian an old hen too, already stewed, using her own money—it was her personal gesture of goodwill, one that couldn't go through the official accounts.
