Zhai Xiao'e really did have the look of an honest person from head to toe, and now, finding herself without a job, she didn't make any further fuss, but rather walked out with a disappointed and disheartened air, carrying her luggage.
Watching her retreating figure, Song Tan kicked at the pile of rubble with her foot—
What a coincidence!
A small stone "smack" hit the handle of the plastic bag Zhai Xiao'e was carrying. Suddenly there was a "rustling" sound, and everything inside the black plastic bag scattered across the ground.
The most eye-catching among them was a couple of slices of pork belly, fat and lean interlaced.
This made Song Tan both angry and amused— What was this all about? Isn't the salary of four thousand yuan worth more than these two slices of pork belly?
Wu Lan was even more furious!
In her whole life, she hated people with sticky fingers the most. Seeing what had happened, she strode forward, grabbed Zhai Xiao'e by the hair, and dragged her to the side: