On the eve of the Mid-Autumn Festival, Qi Fenglian returned home with various festival gifts, and accompanying her was Zhang Jisheng.
In the car, Zhang Jisheng asked her, "Did you talk to Cheng Su?"
"Talk about what?" Qi Fenglian was feeling irritable. She had been probing Cheng Su before and felt as if she saw through something, leaving her feeling extremely uneasy and embarrassed.
"About changing the procurement." Zhang Jisheng frowned.
"You just say change, but this business isn't ours. Besides, she said she thinks Song Xiaojang is doing well." Qi Fenglian snorted, "Just stop thinking about this. Work diligently as a renovation worker, save up for a couple of years, and we'll consider starting some small business!"
Zhang Jisheng's face sank, and he said, "Renovation work, how much can you save? It's terribly hard."
Upon hearing this, Qi Fenglian turned her head and said, "Jisheng, you've changed!"
Zhang Jisheng's heart skipped a beat, "How have I changed?"
