Chapter 120: Looking for a Job

Leon had no idea what was going on in her head and just looked at the list. His lips twitched as he perused it. 

One of the suggestions was to be a cook in a small restaurant or stalls. His eyebrows rose and he looked at her with an indescribable expression on his face. "You don't cook much." 

"Not yet."

He couldn't bear to tell her she cooked very salty food. She wasn't choosy at all, which was good, but it also made her incapable of telling what was good to others or not.

Then he scrolled to the next one: Waitress. "They won't let you wear a mask." 

Even if they did, it wouldn't be enough. Naia could get harassed. 

No matter how covered up she was, her movement and the shape of her body naturally just attracted people—especially men.

He had heard many stories about how bad it was for women in the service industry.

It was as if men—as long as they paid something—would feel entitled to own the employee, especially a woman.