Ning Mingxia's eyes quickly flashed with annoyance.
"I haven't met him, and I don't want to." She said disinterestedly.
The Machinery Factory was thriving; indeed, a fine establishment.
The Factory Director was said to be very capable.
But to become a Factory Director, one must be of a certain age.
She was young and beautiful, with a good education and family background. Why on earth would she consider an old man?
Isn't that disgusting?
Ning Mingda spread his hands helplessly and shook his head, "I'm afraid it's not up to you!"
Once their father stood firm, neither he nor his sister dared to resist.
Ning Mingxia was a girl with her own opinions.
"My legs are on my body; if I don't want to meet him, then I won't," she insisted.
Ning Mingda smiled ambiguously.
"I support you."
Of course, Ning Mingxia could tell that her brother was just looking for a laugh. She huffed and went to wash her hair.
With her short hair, the washing was quick, done in minutes.
