Qin Mo had a brief facial treatment, and she nearly fell asleep on that beauty bed.
Such opportunities for paid leave and enjoyment were far too rare.
In the past, taking time off would have been torture by that man, but the beauty salon was his idea.
Scheme!
There must be a scheme!
She lay there with her eyes closed, scenes of her encounters with Chu Yiqin replaying involuntarily in her mind, growing angrier by the moment. She had always been manipulated by that man, which was truly infuriating.
"Right, what did Mrs. Qin need your boss for earlier?"
Qin Mo made small talk.
"It's because Jin Shaolun didn't show up," the beautician said with a hint of jealousy towards the male technicians at the club. There were more female clients, so most of the appointments were with men. That meant they got a smaller cut.
Especially someone new like herself, who knew a bit of the inside story.
She felt imbalanced.