"I wanted to say, you've gone too far!"
As soon as he finished speaking.
Meng Shan still said nothing, but his wife, Meng Xiaoyun's mother, stepped forward and shouted almost like a shrew cursing in the street, "Were we wrong? Xiaoyun died at their company, and they only paid fifty thousand yuan in compensation. Would you have accepted that?"
"No matter what, I'm going there to make a scene tomorrow. Their company thinks fifty thousand yuan can buy a human life. Honestly, I won't accept it!"
Nearby.
Wang Xiaohua and the director exchanged a glance. At that moment, they shared the same thought: they believed Meng Shan's wife had done nothing wrong.
A company that exploited its employees like that ought to pay a greater price.
"Lin Fan, can't you watch your tone when you speak? They already feel terrible, and now you're speaking so harshly. From the look of you, you even seem about to blame Meng Shan and his wife. Did they do anything wrong?"
Unable to hold back, Wang Xiaohua stepped forward to speak up for Meng Shan and his wife.
"Sometimes, the truth isn't as simple as you imagine."
Lin Fan patted Wang Xiaohua's head and said with a soft chuckle, "Was the company actually at fault?"
"Yes. Its fault was not forcing Meng Xiaoyun to rest."
"In fact, when Meng Xiaoyun first told her coworkers she felt unwell, her supervisor and coworkers kept urging her to get some proper rest. They even stopped her from working overtime."
"She could have survived that day, because her manager told her in an almost forceful tone that she had to go to the hospital."
"Unfortunately, she received a phone call that forced her to keep enduring her physical discomfort and carry on working at her post."
Meng Shan