When Sheng Ning finished handling Mr. Feng's funeral arrangements and buying back the ancestral home, it was already New Year's Eve by the time she rushed back to the compound. She had greatly overestimated the current efficiency and travel speed; the train's pace made her long for the high-speed trains of the future.
Firecrackers were still allowed, and the festive atmosphere of the New Year was strong, but instead of feeling any holiday cheer, she felt an impending sense of pressure.
"We've all been waiting for you, this efficiency is too slow," Su Jiang said with a satisfied smile when he saw his niece finally make it back for the New Year's Eve dinner, though he couldn't resist grumbling a bit.
"If I'd known you were so slow, I should have let you fly my plane."
Su Hai, who hadn't spoken, glanced at his elder brother. He suddenly recalled how, when he went to give work reports, he'd heard people complaining that his brother was too ostentatious and overbearing.
