Lin Jiao retreated indifferently. "Why should I help you?"
"The person who stole your proposal was Sun Feiyu! I wasn't aware of it. It has nothing to do with me."
"Do you think you can get away with it just by saying that it has nothing to do with you?"
Wang Rui wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes. "Please forgive me for this once. I really can't lose this job."
"I'm sorry." Lin Jiao had no sympathy for this kind of person. "I'm not Buddha, and I can't tolerate everyone."
"I'm already begging you. What else do you want me to do?!"
"Do I have to forgive you just because you are begging me? That doesn't make sense."
As soon as Lin Jiao shot her a glare, Wang Rui stopped shouting.
She softened her tone. "Lin Jiao, my family background is not as good as yours. If you don't have a job, your family can support you, but mine can't!"