Shen Yaoyao was enjoying better treatment than before, so she didn't really care if the family was divided.
But Shen Yan was determined to tear down the wall in front of her.
Without Jiang Hai, what would happen to her and her nephew in the second half of their lives?
She had originally hoped that Jiang Hai could help arrange a bride for Shen Ping, but now, forget about a wife, they might not even have a house for him.
Early the next morning, when it was time to collect wages and tickets, Shen Yan dressed up and carried her basket to the accounting office behind the state-run restaurant, bending down and loudly asking.
"Where is Jiang Hai's salary and ticket for this month? I'm his family member, I'm here to collect it!"
For the past ten years, it was always her, and the people here recognized her long ago.
The accountant glanced at her, then looked away, quickly stamping while waving his hand.
"Jiang Hai's salary and ticket for this month were collected yesterday."
