These words immediately gave Jiang Sifan a bad feeling.
After all, Jiang Sifan had told Wen Wan long ago to stop taking these kinds of part-time jobs.
These jobs only paid about ten yuan an hour. Before they started their business, it was one thing, but now that they had, there was no need for her to work such grueling part-time gigs.
Now, Wen Wan was back at her old trade.
There could only be one reason.
She needed money. Desperately.
So, Jiang Sifan immediately headed back to the school.
He got out of his car and searched around.
Sure enough, in a corner not far away, he saw her sitting and taking a break.
Jiang Sifan walked over.
Hearing the footsteps, Wen Wan looked up at him.
The moment she saw Jiang Sifan, Wen Wan's face flushed red, and she didn't seem to dare look him in the eye.
Jiang Sifan looked at the flyers in her hand, hesitated for a few seconds, then took them from her.
