"Let's leave this matter to Xiao Yu." Yang Aihua said to Shen Lingyu with a loving smile, "If you need anything, talk to your mother."
Zhou Mei choked slightly.
So just like that, her authority was taken away?
"I..." She wanted to say something, but just then Yang Aihua shot her a sharp look, and Zhou Mei dared not say anything more.
"These days, you should visit Mr. Zhou more often." Yang Aihua said, "Over time, even a stone can be warmed."
"Oh." Zhou Mei replied awkwardly.
But the problem was that this stone was like one from a latrine, both smelly and hard, and everything she did seemed wrong.
"There's nothing we can do about it, who knew he would turn his luck around." Yang Aihua sighed. Zhou Mei couldn't be blamed; back when that decision was made, he had agreed with it too.
Who could have known that the old man would not only survive but also manage to get things done?
