On the last day of August, Yu Yan didn't find the remittance slip sent to her by her family at the village committee.
Yu Yan refused to give up and looked around a few more times. "Director Zhao, are the letter and transfer forms here?"
Zhao Lin glanced at Yu Yan and replied aloofly, "They're all there."
Yu Yan suspected that Zhao Lin had misplaced or lost her receipt. At the thought of this, her tone became a little unfriendly. "My family would definitely send me money at the end of the month at the latest."
Zhao Lin understood what Yu Yan meant, so she raised her head and frowned. "What do you mean? If you have something to say, just say it directly. There's no need to beat around the bush!"
Yu Yan snorted. "What do I mean? I'm just telling the truth."
