"Really? Sister Lin, are you serious?" Tong Li, whose emotions were all over the place because of Lin Wan, suddenly became excited.
Even Zhang Shuhua, who was usually indifferent, was amused. "Xiao Wan, you're not teasing us, are you?"
"I'm not teasing. As long as you aren't afraid of hard work, the money you earn in these next two weeks will be yours. Consider it your year-end bonus." Zhang Shuhua and Tong Li had been diligent for months, never stretching out their hands behind her back.
"Sister Lin, thank you. We will work hard and never let you down," Tong Li stood up excitedly, raising his hand and swearing.
Although Zhang Shuhua wasn't as excited as Tong Li, she held Lin Wan's hand tighter and tighter—heaven knows how much she needs the money right now. She wants to carve out her own path.
