"How much is your monthly salary?"
Lin Haitang was startled.
She had thought Meng Lang was going to ask about something else, but it turned out to be about the salary?
"Um... The base salary is ten thousand, and with the company's bonuses and benefits, it amounts to about thirty thousand a month. What do you need to know that for?" Lin Haitang didn't hide anything.
"Thir... thirty thousand?" Meng Lang couldn't help but be astounded.
If it hadn't been for his prophetic foresight earning him a sum, such a salary would be something utterly unattainable for someone with a monthly income of three thousand like him.
"With such a high salary, why do you still go to bars to sing and tire yourself out?"
So this was what he wanted to ask.
Lin Haitang's expression dimmed slightly. She glanced at Meng Lang before finally speaking slowly.
"My father's business failed and he accumulated a lot of debt. If I want to keep Xiao Yu's custody, I have to send him money every month.