"What did President Li say when he called?"
Wen Yufeng sat on the sofa, beside him sat a girl about ten years old.
She had a neat bob haircut, a small porcelain-white face, and appeared somewhat shy and obedient, not speaking, just quiet and still.
"Of course, he called to thank us. Thankfully, with Xiao Xi's warning, he was extra cautious, or else he would've faced serious trouble."
Zhang Erche, holding his phone, had just returned from outside, laughing heartily.
"President Li said he would definitely take care of some of our Zhang family's business. He promised to help out when it's time for our comeback."
Wen Yufeng's smile instantly grew wider.
"It's all thanks to our talented Xiao Xi. It's not just President Li; lately, many people have been seeking her out, saying that our family must have accumulated good deeds for generations to have found such a treasure."
