Fang Xiaocao sent off the message, then placed her phone on the bed, pinched the bridge of her nose, and began to contemplate her plan, wondering how far Tom could carry it out.
Fang Xiaocao suddenly had a sense of guilt like that of an irresponsible shopkeeper.
Her so-called plan was merely providing Tom with a rough direction of action; there were hardly any detailed steps that a real plan should contain.
Fang Xiaocao felt like the worst kind of boss, and Tom was just like you.
With a word from her, you would have to run yourself ragged.
After reviewing Fang Xiaocao's so-called plan, Tom also fell silent, feeling like he'd become a corporate drone.
Tom thought for a moment and replied to Fang Xiaocao's message.
[Tom: "Princess Your Highness, I need to carefully think about the specific action steps."]
Seeing Tom's message, Fang Xiaocao curled her lips into a smile.
