Rao Aimin looked at him, “I’m not concerned about you. I am concerned if you are able to pay your rent on time. It’s almost the end of the month; if you can’t pay up, then get out. No two ways about it.”
Zhang Ye nearly vomited blood. You are too damn direct!
At this time, Rao Chenchen also laughed at him derisively, “Hur Hur.”
Rao Aimin agilely picked up Rao Chenchen with her hand and held her in her arm. A child of eight years old was not that small, but the landlady auntie did it without skipping a beat. It was as if she was carrying a beer bottle. She said to Zhang Ye, “Quickly find a job next week. Who allowed this boy to curse at the award presentation ceremony? You deserve to lose your job, hur, but that poem of yours was quite appropriate. You had some of my style when I was younger!”
Zhang Ye casually said, “Sure. I will look for a job after a few days’ rest. Please don’t worry. The rent will continue without break; I will definitely find a good workplace.”