Beep! Beep!
The avatar on her phone app flashed—it was a message from Ye Yuwei.
"Babe, payday's here. I'm practically a fortune-teller. I checked the message, and guess what, my salary's only a little over 2,300."
Li Jiaqi stared at Ye Yuwei's screenshot of her income, her head buzzing, and replied: "At this rate, I won't even have money to buy tampons."
"Haha, the boss probably saw this coming already. There's a pile of newspapers at the mailroom by the entrance, just use those!"
"This boss is too much. You only took a week's sick leave, and your salary for the month is practically gone." Li Jiaqi added a few angry emojis at the end of her message.
"What else can I do? Just have to suck it up." Ye Yuwei's message was full of resignation.
