Xiao Yu saw the situation and felt her heart sink to the bottom of the valley. Impatiently, she urged, "What's going on? What's the use of crying?"
Fu Jiu still remained silent.
They were at the company entrance, and Xiao Yu, worried about colleagues coming out later and seeing them, pulled her to the café across the street. She ordered two coffees, and looking at Fu Jiu, who still wouldn't talk, said, "I'll give you a minute. If you don't speak, I'm leaving."
Only then did Fu Jiu, sobbing, say, "Sister Xiao Yu, I've been fired from the company."
Hearing this, Xiao Yu breathed a sigh of relief. Over the years, Fu Jiu had found many jobs. If she wasn't happy, she'd quit, or if she made a mistake, she'd get fired.
She was already used to it, as long as there were no gambling debts. She comforted her with a few words, "It's okay, just find another job again."
Upon hearing this, Fu Jiu raised her head with some resentment and looked at her, "Why don't you ask me why I was fired?"
