"Before handing it over to the government, let's first make the Holiday Village well-known." Ada said with a smile, she was quite carefree, whether it's handed over or not, as long as the Holiday Village thrives, they will thrive, Anfield Village will thrive.
"Hmm, do what you want, I'll handle the rest." Marcus Quinn nodded, smiling.
Ada's gaze flickered; she gently shook his arm, and said somewhat fondly, "Marcus, why are you so good to me?"
Marcus was silent for a moment, then said in a voice as low as possible, "Because you're my wife."
Ada didn't hear clearly and wanted to ask again, but Marcus was already called away by Irving Spencer who had returned.
Ada stomped her foot, seeing that the men went out to work while several old men in the cafeteria kept chatting without leaving. She squinted slightly, deciding that she wouldn't let the free experts go to waste.
