Lu Qingyun stayed behind, giving the convenient excuse that since she had just lost her job, she wanted to chat with her best friend.
「Dinnertime.」
A family of four was eating dinner.
"Qingyun, you've spent a day at the beauty salon. How are you adapting to the new job?" Jiang Ziyan asked. "If not, we can find you another one."
"No need, I'm doing quite well," Lu Qingyun replied obediently.
Sitting across the dinner table from Sun Dasheng, Xiang Yiren asked while serving him some food, "Zi Yan, what kind of job did you arrange for your classmate?"
Jiang Ziyan put down her bowl and chopsticks and sighed. "She's so stubborn. I offered to arrange an easier job for her as a supervisor, but she refused, insisting on starting from the very bottom."
