National Beauty headquarters.
Fang Xuan returned to the company, carrying a trace of sorrow.
After leaving the furniture mall, she and her Younger Brother had gone to the hospital.
Their mother's condition had worsened considerably, and the doctor told her that she needed dialysis again.
But after multiple rounds of dialysis, Fang Xuan's savings had nearly been depleted.
She truly had no money left.
She had borrowed all she could from relatives and still owed several hundred thousand.
The immense pressure left her feeling somewhat breathless.
She dragged herself back to the President's Office, forcing herself to pull herself together and prepare to get back to work.
"Fang Xuan, starting this month, your monthly salary will increase by 100,000 on top of your previous pay."
Zhen Li, who had been working, caught sight of Fang Xuan returning. She suddenly looked up and spoke.
"President Zhen, why?" Fang Xuan was deeply surprised.
Although she desperately needed money, she had never mentioned it to her coworkers or boss.
She had her principles. Unless she had absolutely no other choice, she would never borrow money from colleagues or her boss.
It was impossible for Zhen Li to know about this.
"Haoran said so," Zhen Li replied.
Zhen Li could more or less guess why Wang Haoran wanted Fang Xuan's salary raised, but she did not ask further.
She only knew that since her son had an idea, as his mother, she naturally had to fulfill his wish.
Besides, Fang Xuan really was quite pretty, and her personality was good too.
She did not have a boyfriend, and her social circle was very simple.
She could barely be considered worthy of her son.
After saying that, Zhen Li lowered her head and continued reading her documents.
Fang Xuan's emotions were complicated at that moment: