"Skills" 

[What do you mean a test?] Zhao Yang leaned back to his seat. The young man crossed his legs as he listened to Tianjin. 

[A test, master. We will hire her only after she passes the test. As for the test, I think we should let her work for a day and observe her.] 

[Oh, trial?] Zhao Yang subconsciously curled his lips. A dark, crafty smile popped out on his nerve-paralyzed face. 

[Yes, trial. We should let her do this and that, and also give her a chance to breach into the room at our house. See if she takes the bait or not.] Tianjin slapped her chest proudly. 

The swan looked at Zhao Yang as if her strategy was a brilliant one. Well, indeed, it was a good idea. 

[Hmm, not bad. We can also see her skill. If she's useful, I think hiring her will not be a losing deal.] Zhao Yang folded his arms and nodded at Tianjin's suggestion.