Nearby, the store manager Zhao Qiuli quickly leaned over to her ear and whispered a few words.
Just now, there wasn't a suitable opportunity, plus she was too scared to move. Only now did she speak to the boss.
As the manager, every employee's hiring and resignation had to go through her review.
Therefore, she always remembered this tall, long-legged beautician, Qianqian.
Zhao Yaqian chuckled softly, her eyebrows curving as she said, "Sister Yurong, I've never told you. Actually, I was an employee of Isa Beauty Industry before, and I left less than two months ago."
Returning to a familiar place, seeing the shocked expressions of her colleagues, she couldn't help but feel a bit euphoric.
This must be what Xue meant by returning home in glory; it really felt quite satisfying.
