"Sister-in-law, your Youwei's reputation is ruined and he can't do anything else. Don't expect Youwei to find a good job. It's already good enough that he can be a security guard."
Mother Long had a weak personality and she didn't have the courage to refute Wang Zhaofeng.
With a cold face, Long Youwei said in a deep voice, "You don't have to worry about my matters."
Wang Zhaofeng was not happy. She frowned. "I'm thinking for you, and you don't appreciate it? Did I say something wrong? Aren't you down and out, your reputation ruined, can't find a job, and can only stay at home and be a shameful marksman?"
Wang Zhaofeng's tone was aggressive, and it was not difficult to hear the gloating in her voice.
Indeed, she could not bear to see Long Youwei living a good life.
"I've already found a job, so I don't need to trouble you."
Wang Zhaofeng was stunned. "What job?"
"Director," Long Youwei answered.
