After sending her family home, Mrs. Xia returned and entered the house, looking at her sleeping daughter for a while.
The little girl's sleeping face was sweet, with her rosy lips smacking from time to time as if she had dreamed of something delicious, and her cheeks were tinged with a smile.
Mrs. Xia couldn't help but bend down and kissed her daughter's smooth and flawless forehead, her eyes filled with tenderness.
As long as she had her daughter, who needed a damn man!
Even after the divorce, the sun wouldn't disappear, the moon wouldn't vanish, and life would go on day by day as usual.
The only change was that, under Xia Ningxing's suggestion, they had converted the first floor into a perfume studio and recruited many people to work with them.
The number of orders was increasing, and Mrs. Xia alone simply couldn't keep up.
At the same time, they had also contacted the flower farmers to regularly deliver goods.
For a while, the small factory looked very professional.
