"What, are you going to renege on your meager salary, Ruan Jiao?"
Ruan Jiao sized up He Heng, fully aware of his thoughts. After all, He Heng was a big shot in their Haicheng.
"I won't renege on my debt."
"That's good."
Although he didn't approve of Ruan Jiao as a person, there was one thing he agreed with: Ruan Jiao never delayed paying anyone's wages.
"Ruan Jiao, I'll be your personal assistant for three months. Just pay me the market rate."
He Heng spoke as if it were perfectly reasonable, and deep down he also felt he deserved the wages. Since they hadn't fallen out earlier, he couldn't directly ask Ruan Jiao for them.
After they've fallen out, what scruples does he have left? If Ruan Jiao won't give it to him, he'll sue her.
"He Heng, you haven't forgotten why you became my personal assistant, have you!"
He took something out of his pocket; it was a folded piece of paper.
The moment He Heng saw this thing, his expression changed drastically. He rushed over, snatched it, tore it to pieces, ran to the toilet, and flushed away the fragments.
Back in the dormitory, seeing the ambiguous smile on Ruan Jiao's face, He Heng stood frozen in embarrassment.
What a foolish thing he's doing! Isn't this tantamount to telling others that he has a guilty conscience?
Du Lan's worried gaze met He Heng's eyes, and he instantly recovered. It wasn't his fault; it was all Ruan Jiao's fault.
If Ruan Jiao hadn't been driving carelessly, he wouldn't have crashed into her.
He's incredibly blatant in his backstabbing; he's completely forgotten that he himself was trying to create an image of poverty but resilience by staging an accident, hoping to win Ruan Jiao's heart and gain her wealth.
Li Yi looked at it without blinking, feeling that things were not as he had imagined.
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