"The replication work of the telegraph machine must be completed as soon as possible..." Sofia pondered the issue concerning the Great Tang Group, her expression grave.
She had recently felt that the wrinkles on her face seemed to have increased, after all, thinking of that distant new power made it difficult for her to eat or sleep.
A woman really needs quality of life, worrying about such matters indeed shouldn't fall on women to do.
Using her smooth, delicate fingers that had never been tainted by household chores, she rubbed her cheeks, the elasticity and freshness untainted by age made Sofia forget some of her troubles, if only a little.
The maid stood there, responding to Sofia's order without any emotion: "Understood! My lord!"
