The phone screen suddenly lit up, and a recruitment advertisement popped up in the push bar: [Gu's Group is looking for a personal assistant, with a monthly salary of 100,000, urgently needed]. Her pupils shrank suddenly, and her fingertips trembled as she clicked on the details page.
Under the four gilded characters of "Gu's Group", a line of small words stung your eyes: "You need to sign a confidentiality agreement and accept 24-hour standby."
One hundred thousand monthly salary.
These three words split the chaos like lightning. My mother was lying in the ICU full of tubes, and her daily bills were growing like a snowball. She bit her lower lip, the smell of blood spreading in her mouth.
