A sudden thought struck Phoenix Golding. 'Even though I never helped the Hawthornes, mother and son, I never went out of my way to bully them either. Compared to that den of thieves, the Thorne family, I'm practically a saint.'
She then said, "Mom, can you go ask that... that kid from the Hawthorne family for me? I have a sewing machine too. Maybe..."
'Not only do I have a sewing machine, but my sewing skills are just as good as Phoebe Huxley's. I don't mind working with that bandit woman, as long as I can make money. One yuan a day is even higher than my salary as a teacher!'
Linden's mother looked troubled and stammered, "I already asked a while ago. That little vixen from the Hawthorne family isn't the one in charge. She said her son runs the show. So I went and asked that bastard, and he said they're not short on people right now. He also said... said..."
"Said what?" Phoenix Golding asked urgently. She had a gut feeling it wasn't anything good, but she still wanted to know.
