"I can give you leave, but if you say a week, that's hard to believe. Three days at most," Song Qian said with a slight frown.
"Three days are not enough. My mother needs to be hospitalized, even seven days are too little, it needs at least half a month," Zhang Xi said with a face full of distress.
"Then there's no choice. You could resign, and I will specially approve it," Song Qian frowned and said coldly.
"The pay here is good, the benefits are great, this job is really important to me. My mom needs a lot of money for her illness this time, I can't lose this job, please, Sister Song Qian." Zhang Xi pleaded with a face as if he lost his wife.
Seeing Zhang Xi's stance, Xiaobao felt extremely depressed inside, using his own mother to fabricate lies.
Only later did he find out that Zhang Xi was an orphan.
Song Qian, after all, was a woman, although she acted indifferent on the surface, she eventually agreed.
Xiaobao and Zhang Xi hurriedly thanked her.
