Su Yueze looked at her, reluctant to curl the corners of his mouth. "Do I owe you something? When you want to use me, you come running, but when you don't, you throw me away like a piece of toilet paper!"
"Hehe…" Shen Hanqian was amused by his comment, grateful that he mentioned toilet paper instead of sanitary pads. "Hehe, toilet paper is crucial for women, which one doesn't carry a pack in her bag? It shows that it's an essential item in our lives, with a very esteemed status!"
Su Yueze's smile slowly became more apparent. "Really?"
"Of course, it's true. Look, today we women might use Chanel No. 5, tomorrow it's Dior, and the day after we might switch to another brand, but with toilet paper, once we're used to a brand, we rarely change it! Unless the manufacturer goes out of business!"
The smile on Su Yueze's face became even clearer. "Rest assured, my factory will never go out of business. I will only produce toilet paper for you!"
