Sang Qian curled up the corners of her mouth into a faint cold smile, "Who said it's about pleasing anyone, I'm making calculations."
Wenlan didn't understand, but since Sang Qian didn't elaborate, she didn't ask, "I'll go and make arrangements."
"Right," Sang Qian remembered Song Shijing, "If Jingsheng Group approaches you for cooperation again, agree to it."
"Agree?"
"Hmm, Song Shijing already knows about my SS identity."
"Then, the Ji Family..."
"I'll cooperate with him, and he's promised to keep it a secret for me."
"That's good."
The next day.
After breakfast, Sang Qian set off for the beach with the kids in tow.
On the way, Xiao Zhu sat in the backseat applying sunscreen to the kids, glancing at Sang Qian in the passenger seat now and then, as if she had something to say but hesitated.
Sang Qian looked down at her phone to send a message to her master to check in. After sending it, she turned to look at Xiao Zhu, "Is there a problem with what I'm wearing today?"
