"Ha ha, are you trying to infuriate us all to death so you can live alone?" Su Rong threw the clothes onto the bed and stood in front of her. "Don't think I can accompany you much longer. If you continue to live like you're half-dead, you might have to burn an extra person's paper offering next Qingming Festival!"
Su Rong had been very unhappy over the past year.
There weren't any major difficulties at work. The company had been running for so many years, and as long as it wasn't managed like a pig, it wouldn't collapse.
As for her personal life, Su Rong didn't dare to think about it.
She only had one daughter now, but this daughter never calls her. It's as if she has no daughter at all.
The mother and daughter had been in a cold war for a year.
