On Friday evening, Miao Qingqing and Song Xiaoru returned home from work with gloomy expressions.
"Sis, what happened to you both?" Song Xiaodong immediately furrowed his brow.
Song Xiaoru, frowning, said, "There are some troublesome issues at the company. Now that Qingqing has taken over, her youth and lack of experience have led to several major shareholders causing trouble within the company."
"Oh." Hearing this, Song Xiaodong relaxed, smiled, and said, "Then just take your time to deal with them."
Sitting down heavily on the sofa, Miao Qingqing massaged her forehead and said, "You think it's a fight, huh? Say we'll handle it and it's done? Right now, it's really giving me a major headache."
Song Xiaodong said, "Then go distract yourself for a bit, don't keep thinking about the company. There's always a way out at the mountain's base, and the bridge will straighten itself when we get there, right?"
Song Xiaodong wasn't the least bit concerned about the company matters.
