"You're still my mom!"
Jiang Yitong retorted, "I'm not a thief!"
"Are you looking for a beating?"
Wang Fang scolded lightly with irritation.
Of course, she cared for her daughter, but she had just started working at Lin Baici's house for less than a week, and she didn't want to make any mistakes.
"I'll just wash my feet and leave in a moment, okay?"
Jiang Yitong felt relieved after confirming her mom was fine, "By the way, do you really have to work as a housekeeper?"
Although her mom was safe now, who could guarantee it for the long term?
Jiang Yitong never thought much about it before, but now when she looked at her mom, she really still had charm—those hips, that figure, tsk tsk, very attractive, with a maternal grace and affection.
"A ten-thousand-a-month job, can you find me one?"
Wang Fang rolled her eyes.
Lin Baici gave a lot for grocery money. If Wang Fang were a bit unscrupulous, she could pocket an extra few thousand each month, but she wouldn't do that.
