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The Secretary also felt strange. No matter how ambitious he was, there was nothing that could make him work overtime until eleven o'clock in such a small studio. What's more, Yan Luoluo didn't arrange any tasks for him.

"Have you talked to Wu Fu and Wu Mu about the situation?"

Yan Luoluo turned his head and looked away from the door.

What's more, the whole thing is strange. Yan Luoluo is not sure whether Lao Wu's death should have another mystery.

She didn't think that she had killed Lao Wu. She was sure that Lao Wu had asked him to work overtime on his own initiative, so even if he died of cerebral hemorrhage in the end, there was no direct contact with her studio.

Yan Luoluo now said this, just out of sympathy for colleagues, there is no so-called guilt.

Yan Luoluo continued to negotiate with her with a good temper: "I'm very sorry about Lao Wu. I have no other meaning in offering compensation now. I just don't want to make things worse for my uncle and aunt. After all, Lao Wu is the backbone of your family. He won't have a good life without you. I just want to try my best to help you."

The Secretary had already said this to Wu's mother. Wu's mother ridiculed her: "yes, you have money. You rich people don't take the lives of the poor as their lives. Now that people are gone, how much money do you give me

Yan Luoluo's attitude was very good. He asked them to take a seat and pour tea for them in person. He said, "uncle and aunt, I heard about Lao Wu just now. I'm sorry that I didn't arrive in time. We will contract all his medical expenses and aftercare work, and it won't burden you."

The Secretary quickly invited Wu's father and mother to Yan Luoluo's studio. At first, the two elders were very reluctant. At last, they heard that Yan always wanted to see them, so they came in cursing.

Yan Luoluo finished and went to prepare the tea in person.

"Bring them in and I'll talk to them."

Now the situation is too difficult, the only Miss Song who can discuss with Yan Luoluo is still busy worrying about love. At this time, it's not easy to disturb. She can only solve it by herself.

The price is to shut down Yan Luoluo's studio.

"After negotiation, they said that no amount of money can buy people's lives. We must pay the price we deserve!"

But she did not expect that Wu's parents would not even give her this opportunity.

Lao Wu's family are all migrant workers. They have no culture. The most educated one in the family is not here, and Yan Luoluo doesn't hope to reason with them. He wants to spend some money to eliminate the disaster.

Yan Luoluo felt more headache. She rubbed her eyebrows again and asked, "did you negotiate with them about the amount of compensation?"

The Secretary nodded: "I've already told them, but they didn't listen. They insisted that our company was forced to work overtime regardless of the employees' health."

After hearing what she said, Wu's mother suddenly burst out: "so you think the compensation you give us is just because you pity us, not because you killed my son?"

Although Yan Luoluo had a good attitude towards them, he nodded at this time: "Auntie, whether you admit it or not, Lao Wu is not forced to work overtime. Everyone in the studio can testify."

Wu's mother sharply sneered: "your company is all your people. Everyone listens to you. Who dares to say you forced it?"