Even though Zhou Yaling was a bit perfunctory with her brother Mo Jingchun, her actions were honest, obediently carrying out Mo Jingchun's instructions.
After all, how much pocket money she could earn was determined by Mo Jingchun. If she didn't perform well, how could she feel good about taking the money later?
But speaking of it, Zhou Yaling had thought that the front desk would be a comfortable job. In reality, Zhou Yaling realized she was still too young.
From morning till now, people had been asking questions, making Zhou Yaling's voice hoarse from replying.
At the front desk, Zhou Yaling took a handheld speaker from the cabinet and walked toward the lobby.
The sunlight in the parking lot grew stronger as the sun rose.
Interviewees with umbrellas were a bit better off, having a place to hide from the sun. Most interviewees without umbrellas had already started sweating.
If this continued, they might be drenched in sweat before the interview even started.
