When Mrs. Wang first arrived at the workshop, everyone thought that a widow was an omen of bad luck and avoided her. It was only after I, as the owner, tirelessly persuaded everyone to unite with love and to break away from superstition that they started to get along with her well.
Later, when she said she wanted to follow me to Capital City, I agreed and even promised her a good position.
I believed I had treated her fairly, but look at her!
Xia Ningxing certainly sensed Mrs. Xia's discomfort and comfortingly patted her hand, her gaze sardonically lingering on Mrs. Wang, "Mrs. Wang, why are you crying? Has something happened? Speak up and let us all help you with some ideas."
Oh no, rather to give them a good laugh.
"No, nothing's wrong," Mrs. Wang finally realized she had lost her composure and quickly wiped away her tears, pretending as if nothing had happened.
