For the next period of time, Miss Jiang would be busy again.
Lu Jingzhi thought about taking her sister back to Lake West Village.
On these snowy days, the cold was getting worse and worse. Jiang Tanyue was completely wrapped up in a cloak, with only her chin exposed.
The little jacket inside the cloak was a reinterpretation of an ancient garment using a modern down jacket.
After modifying one, she found it too tedious and sent someone to collect duck down, hoping to make an ancient-style down jacket directly.
Wearing such thick clothes, she felt it was inconvenient to go out.
These days were getting hard to bear.
As Lu Jingzhi hesitated over whether to leave Hawthorn here or take her back to town, Jiang Tanyue said, "I've sorted out some job positions that would suit them."
Lu Jingzhi was immediately overwhelmed with gratitude. "Sister, you're so kind, like an angel on earth!"
Jiang Tanyue gently turned to one side. "As for whether to come or not, that's not up to me."
