Luo Yuzhu listened to He Ximei's sarcastic tone and frowned in thought, "Yueyue has met He Ximei, and it seems she even knows about Xiaofeng starting a factory. Thinking of Yueyue coming out of Jianguo's study and Jianguo's attitude toward me, what else is there not to understand? Surely Yueyue, that damned girl, must have said something to Jianguo behind my back."
One by one, none of them give me peace of mind; they're practically killing me.
With that thought, Luo Yuzhu revealed a mysterious smile, "Look at what you're saying, as if your family's factory is something extraordinary, something everyone wants to think about. But let me tell you, even if you gave me that small factory, I'd still have to think twice."
Only Yueyue, that damned girl, would think to bother me with such a trivial factory, which has just started operating and might not even turn a profit — it could shut down in a few days.
