"Let me be clear, you're holding that money for me. It's not for you," her sister-in-law said angrily before turning to pick out a pair of pants.
Zhao Li gritted her teeth in frustration. 'It's all Ding Ruzhi's fault,' she fumed silently, 'recommending such an expensive place.'
But then she saw Xue Yue and remembered the clerk calling her the owner. Feeling a little awkward, she walked over to her.
When Xue Yue saw Zhao Li approaching again, she didn't say a word, simply watching her.
Zhao Li gave a sheepish smile. "So you're the owner here. No wonder you always dress so fashionably. But if this place makes so much money, why do you still come to the office? We make so little there."
"I like my job," Xue Yue answered simply.
The corner of Zhao Li's mouth twitched. 'Who actually likes their job?' she thought. 'If it weren't for the money, who would want to work from dawn till dusk every day?'
