Cheng Su had calmed down and stopped dwelling on it. At the entrance of the restaurant, she posted a recruitment notice for the factory, planning to set up a stall in the village near the factory to attract workers the next day.
In the evening, when she got home, Hualing was washing a basin of clothes. Seeing her, she asked, "Why did you come back so early today?"
"Well, there wasn't much to do, so I came back early." Cheng Su wasn't that close with her and had no intention of engaging in conversation.
"Hey, hey, I heard Commander Qi was seriously injured on a mission?" Hualing asked with a gossip-hungry face, though it seemed more like taking pleasure in someone else's misfortune.
Cheng Su was annoyed and replied with a cold laugh, "What, Old Qi got hurt and you seem quite happy about it?"
Hualing stuttered, her face turning red, "What are you talking about, Cheng Su? I'm just concerned. Why do you have to make it sound so terrible? You really don't recognize goodwill."
