The paper mill was not far off, Su Luo descended from the carriage, meeting the man's gloomy gaze, "It's not a matter of being clever, it's about retrieving what rightfully belongs to us!"
She had noticed that the clamor was coming from the Fuhe Paper Mill.
Not only were they setting off firecrackers, but they were also performing lion dances and beating drums as if it were the New Year.
Su Luo raised an eyebrow slightly, it seemed that Zhan Xi got the news, but she wondered how he could be so well-informed.
Shen Cong sneered, "Young Madam, don't you know? This morning, the Ministry of Internal Affairs specially delivered a plaque with the three big words 'Xuan He Paper'. Zhan, the manager, is celebrating with great fanfare!"
So that's the way it was!
It seemed that Eunuch Zhang, having been pleased by her last night, had hurriedly made this plaque.
