Chapter 16 Who Are You

After some calculations, I realized that half a year of my salary would amount to thirty-six thousand. I would definitely regret it if it was deducted. Either I drank the soup that smelled okay, or had thirty-six thousand deducted from my bank account, so I could only yield to Jessie in the end. After that, she served me a bowl of soup at the dining table before looking at me expectantly. Shoot... Judging from how uncharacteristically attentive she is toward me, something must be off. What’s going on with her? Did she add some sort of drug into the soup? While casting her a glance, I had a bad premonition about what was to come.