The sweet and gentle boy is actually crazy and bad.

Wen Yisheng's attitude towards Zhong Xu changed; she simply developed a liking for him as a person, but no longer disliked him.

This person wore a mascot costume all afternoon.

When he took off the mascot costume, his clothes underneath were soaked with sweat and stuck to his body. It was a bit of an exaggeration to say that he had just come out of the water, but it wasn't far off.

After handing out all the balloons and flyers, the two walked back to the store.

Zhong Xu's sweat-dampened black hair was swept back, and his cold, indifferent eyes appeared even more stern.

He was quite far from Wen Yisheng. There were about two meters between them.

"Are you short of money too? That's why you're working?" Wen Yisheng struck up a conversation, moving closer to him.

Zhong Xu frowned and moved further away from her, as if Wen Yisheng were contagious, and nodded: "She's alright."

He added, "Stay away from me."

Wen Yisheng looked embarrassed and said awkwardly, "Oh."

Zhong Xu glanced at her out of the corner of his eye, but still didn't explain.

He was covered in sweat; he must have smelled.

I can't explain why... I didn't want her to smell any strange odor on me.

Zhong Xu was supposed to leave work at 5:30, but the store manager called him back before he left.

"Xiao Xu, come to my office."

Zhong Xu walked past expressionlessly.

Wen Yisheng, who was carrying a tray, happened to hear this. She was puzzled for a moment, then stopped and went back to work.

Inside the office.

The store manager looked at Zhong Xu, who was working up a sweat, and found it a little difficult to speak.

He took four red banknotes out of the drawer.

Zhong Xu's expression turned slightly cold as the store manager said, "Xiao Xu, you don't need to come tomorrow. Here's your wages for the next two days. Take it."

Zhong Xu glanced at the money, didn't take it, and narrowed his eyes, asking coldly, "Reason?"

The store manager felt a little guilty.

He didn't know the reason either! He was just suddenly called by his superiors, who told him to fire Zhong Xu, or he, as the store manager, would have to leave immediately!

"We have enough staff at our store, so..."

Upon hearing this, Zhong Xu curled his lips in mockery, but he didn't ask any more questions, nor did he take the money. He simply left with a remark.

"Give this salary to Wen Yisheng."

Wen Yisheng was setting up the booths and chairs when she saw Zhong Xu leaving get off work. She waved to him in a friendly manner and said, "See you tomorrow."

Zhong Xu paused, but left without saying a word.

Wen Yisheng did not see Zhong Xu at the coffee shop again the next day or for the next few days.

~

The seven-day holiday is more than halfway over.

When Wen Congnan learned that Wen Yisheng was doing part-time work, he called her to his study to chat.

"Sheng Sheng, Uncle knows you're a strong-willed girl with your own principles, but you need to prioritize your studies right now, okay? It would be troublesome if you neglected your studies because of part-time work."

Wen Yisheng assured him repeatedly, "Uncle Wen, don't worry, I will definitely not let my studies be affected."

Wen Congnan said no more, looked at the photo frame on the desk, and smiled.

"Your personality really comes from your mother."

"She looks quiet and gentle, but she's secretly quite competitive. When she gets angry, she can't stand the slightest grievance."

Wen Yisheng looked over and saw a woman's photo in a frame on the table.

That was her mother.

The woman, wearing a white knit sweater, with her hair in a low ponytail, smiled with her lips pursed; her unique gentle temperament was evident even through the photo.

Wen Yisheng looks like her mother, about 70% similar. She also likes to wear a low ponytail. Looking at her like this, someone who doesn't know her might think that the person in the photo is the mature version of Wen Yisheng.

"Uncle Wen..."

Wen Yisheng felt a strange chill when she saw the way Wen Congnan looked at her mother's photo.

She hesitated for a moment, then asked, "Aren't you...my dad's friend? Why is there a picture of my mom on the table?"