"Lanlan, you can't be expecting me to work forever and keep making money for you, right? Nice one, treating me like a perpetual motion machine," Zhang Ya huffed dramatically, feigning indignation to change the subject.
An Lan's intense gaze collided with Zhang Ya's carefully concealed eyes. She sighed internally, understanding Zhang Ya's reluctance to speak. Since Zhang Ya didn't want to talk, she couldn't force her.
"Yaya, you work to earn money, yes, for your own earnings. Cough cough, I feel sorry that you'd lose several hundred for taking a day off," An Lan followed Zhang Ya's lead to switch the topic. Zhang Ya's expression noticeably relaxed, and learning about the significant deduction for a day's leave, she opened her mouth as if to complain about something but ultimately shut it.
