"Daniel, Tsirvini... are you really here to do hourly work?" Jasmine still stared at Tsirvini, who was standing stiffly by the door.
"What else do you think she can do besides hourly work?" He said with a dark face, throwing out the words.
"But... but Tsirvini... didn't you find a job?" Jasmine walked over to Tsirvini and looked her straight in the eye.
"My... my father owes a lot of debt, doesn't he? I'm his daughter; if I don't repay it, who will?" This was true, but when she said it as an excuse, it took on another meaning.
"But this is too hard, isn't it? No, it's not okay for you to do hourly work; I don't agree. Daniel, please don't... Tsirvini is my best friend. I can't bear to see her do cleaning work..." Jasmine walked over to Daniel, acting coquettishly.
Everything was in chaos...
