Lu Jingzhi: "So??"
Jiang Wunian's mood, which had just been lifted by the open sky, fell again. "It's all my fault."
Lu Bao didn't understand.
Lu Bao was greatly shocked.
Lu Jingzhi racked her brains and finally realized the reason for her little sister's sadness. Fortunately, she could make up for the lack of emotional intelligence with IQ, and she finally got it.
"It has nothing to do with you. She didn't follow the rules, she didn't have enough self-control, she had a hole in her brain, and she didn't get along with her salary." Lu Jingzhi narrowed her eyes and clicked her tongue lightly, "As for her stewing jam, let her stew. If she wants to sell it, let her sell it. Who can stop her? If she makes money, it's hers. If she loses, it's hers too. It has nothing to do with us."
Her voice was carefree with a touch of nonchalance.
Jiang Wunian could see that Xiaomiao wasn't just pretending to comfort her or trying to erase her guilt for the sake of family. She really thought so.
