The cool night wind blew in from the window, and the buzzing sound of the work station filled their ears. It was a little noisy, but Han Xiao was chatting casually with Lu Qian.
"Your shop has been here for quite a number of years, how's business?"
Lu Qian's hair was tied back, and she wore a safety mask. While looking down and welding the metal, she replied, "With such a bad location, of course, the business isn't good."
"You seemed busy when I came in."
Lu Qian shook her head. "I'm the only one here. With the orders stacking up, of course, there is always something to do."
"Aren't you going to hire a helper?"
Lu Qian paused and sighed. "Hired one before, left."
"Probably because the salary was too low." Han Xiao shook his head in disapproval.
"Was that the reason?" Lu Qian doubted.
