As colleagues, everyone appeared kind and friendly on the surface. However, when it came to money, nothing was certain.
Even if they stayed in the same dormitory, who knew what kind of person the roommates were?
"I won't lose it," Miao Jing answered confidently. "I've already accumulated a hundred yuan. I'm going to return this to someone."
She had earned this sum of money with her hard work. She could finally repay the favors of the Zhai family.
Even if there wasn't enough money and it was far less than what the Zhai family had spent on her, it was fine. She was still young.
She would return a hundred yuan this time and another hundred yuan the next. A few years down the road, she could naturally clear her debt.
"That relative of yours?"
Her colleague had heard of Miao Jing's situation.
There was no choice. Miao Jing's monthly salary was fifty to sixty yuan. That was quite a lot.
