The little girl looked up at Lin Feng, eyes filled with gratitude. She knew he was consoling her, and unlike others, he didn't make her endure the humiliation in silence but instead encouraged her to stand up for herself.
"My name is Ding Xiaoning. Thank you so much for comforting me, but I really need this job," the little girl wiped away her tears, her eyes regaining their firmness.
"How much does she pay you a month?" Lin Feng asked.
"Just over three thousand yuan. Mom said to work diligently and to be down to earth, and that if I'm diligent, my salary will eventually be raised," Ding Xiaoning said softly.
Lin Feng was rendered speechless; an assistant to a popular star only making three thousand yuan a month—the assistants of internet celebrities earned more than that.
"They pay you so little, and they beat you, haven't you thought about changing jobs?" Lin Feng couldn't understand.
