Everyone burst into laughter at once.
Throwing Matthew a single glance, Grace inquired, “Is our class monitor telling the truth, Matthew? Are you really a janitor? We’re all classmates from the same batch. Why is your life so tough? It’s one thing to be a janitor, but how did you end up cleaning toilets? Can you please save face for your classmates?”
Knitting his brows, Matthew muttered, “It’s still a job though. I didn’t steal or rob and made money with my own two hands. Is that something I should be ashamed of?”
“If you’re going to live like this, it would be better if you steal or rob!” snorted Grace.
“A young man in his twenties with healthy limbs can make a pretty decent amount moving bricks at construction sites. But you’re cleaning toilets instead of that. How ridiculous!”
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