Ye Xiaofei slowly made her way to Xia Wanqing's bookstore. The latter was busy with online sales, and Xia Wanqing's friend had already gone to dispatch the books. Now, only Xia Wanqing was there, furiously taking orders.
She had nearly been killed by a bomb once and was still jittery from the experience. All she wanted to do now was focus on making money to enjoy life.
In reality, as the daughter of a wealthy family, she didn't need to work so hard to enjoy life. But she chose not to rely on her family, which spoke to her strength as a woman.
Ye Xiaofei felt it was necessary to represent the "screwed-over" group of people and give Xia Wanqing a thumbs-up.
After knocking on the door, Xia Wanqing opened it and said softly, "What's up? Not working today? You're not in uniform!"
"No."
Ye Xiaofei looked at Xia Wanqing with a faint smile, then glanced over at the several computers with their ceaseless stream of chat dialogs and asked softly, "How's business lately? Busy?"
