"Xu Miss, why are you looking at me like that?"
Ling Dong imperceptibly took a step back.
"Ahem."
Nianhua suddenly realized that she might have been overly excited, cleared her throat, and asked, "Well, if you're looking for a translator, how much does the job pay?"
"One hundred."
As soon as Ling Dong finished answering, he realized something was amiss. He looked at Xu Nianhua, pondering if her preparedness for college entailed proficiency sufficient for the professional jargon laden throughout his contracts. Even the teachers at her school who had attempted translations seemed doubtful in accuracy.
Xu Nianhua.
So young, could she handle translations?
It wasn't that Ling Dong underestimated Nianhua, but scoring well in a foreign language did not necessarily equate to the ability to translate specialized documents.
"May I give it a try?"
