Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
George, Mrs Walton, and Alia all left and went upstairs.
The supervisor of the custor service departnt glanced at Jen and said calmly, “Go pack your things. Then co to to get the form and settle your salary in the finance departnt.”
Jen still wanted to say sothing, but the supervisor said coldly, “The Walton Corporation won’t mistreat any employee, even if it’s an intern. But if you don’t know what’s good for you, I can still make the decision to deduct this money.” She threw Jen an expression that said, “Go ahead and cry.”
The surrounding employees did not plead for Jen. After all, they were afraid of her and were afraid of being pestered by her and crying endlessly. Jen could only sob and cry as she returned to the office to pack her things. She begged the person beside her, but as soon as she opened her mouth, the person beside her turned his head away, as if he did not want to talk to her.
Jen was in despair. Why was this happening? Why had she been so unlucky? Why didn’t everyone like her She cried sadly and lay on her desk, bawling as if she had suffered a huge grievance. Everyone rembered that on the first day Jen ca to work, a few male colleagues saw that she looked delicate and weak and went to comfort her. Now, there was no one to comfort her. Jen cried forlornly and could only take the form to settle her salary. She cried and left the Walton Corporation.
George’s office.
Alia sat on the sofa with her arms crossed. She crossed her legs and stared at the crybaby ghost. Elr did the sa. He floated in the air with his legs crossed and stared at the crybaby ghost.
Erik had just co in with tea when he heard Alia ask, “Tell , how did you die?”
Erik: “???” Was he going to die just like that? He didn’t do it on purpose. Boohoo
Mrs. Walton stood up and picked up her phone. She looked at it and said, “Erik, I’m going to see a friend. She’s waiting for over there. Drive .”
Erik: “Okay, Old Madam.”
Mrs. Walton looked at George. “I’ll pick Mia up later. Keep an eye on her and don’t run around. If she has a bump or a bruise, I’ll settle the score with you.”
George nodded.
Alia waved her hand. “Don’t worry, Grandma. Goodbye, Grandma.”
Ling looked at her hand and raised it to wave. “Grandma Goodbye ”
Mrs. Walton was speechless. She felt stifled and silently turned to leave.
William sat on the sofa and peeled an orange. He gave half to Alia, and half to Ling. At the sa ti, he said to Ling worriedly, “Mom, you can’t call her Grandma. Mia has to call her Grandma.”
Ling stared at the orange on the table and suddenly reached out to take it. She looked at it without blinking and suddenly took a bite, swallowing the entire orange.
William was shocked and fumbled to dig. “Aiyo, this is to be peeled. Look, didn’t I finish peeling it for you?” Before he could finish speaking, Ling took out the half-eaten orange and handed it to him.
William stared blankly. Was his mother peeling oranges for him to eat? But oranges peeled with her mouth
“No, no need ” William said blankly.
Ling stubbornly held up the orange, her lips moving. “Eat ”
William: With this interruption, he had completely forgotten what he wanted to teach just now. He only pulled between eating and not eating. If he didn’t eat, his mother would stare him. But he really couldn’t eat that!
Alia had an idea. She pressed Ling’s hand and stuffed the orange back into her mouth. She coaxed her like a child, “Eldest Aunt, eat it yourself. We still have sothing to do. Eat obediently.”
Ling’s mouth was stuffed. She looked at Alia and then at the fruits on the table. There were oranges, grapes, apples, cherries, and bananas. She ate obediently. After finishing the orange in her mouth, she picked up a banana. Seeing that she was about to stuff it in, George quickly stopped her and brought the banana over. He peeled it before handing it to her.
A look of realization flashed across Ling’s eyes! The round ones had to be peeled, and the long ones had to be peeled too!
Alia and William heaved a sigh of relief when they saw Ling eating fruit quietly and not causing any more trouble. Alia looked at the crybaby ghost and said, “Tell , how did you die?”
The crybaby ghost finally stopped crying. It sobbed and said, “I was a professional mourner when I was alive ”
Oh, there’s such a profession? William and Alia were interested and pricked up their ears.
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