After dinner, sending Zhou Xinyao away, the house restored its usual quiet.
Xia Lu sat on the sofa, eating cherries while thinking about the things that Zhou Xinyao mentioned.
"What are you thinking about?" Zhou Mingchen sat next to her, holding a book, "Do you still like her car?"
"No... not really," Xia Lu immediately denied it, although the car was indeed pretty, it wasn't enough to occupy her thoughts for so long, "I was thinking about what she talked about, the demolition thing."
"There's nothing much to think about." Zhou Mingchen stretched out his hand to flip open the book and quietly began to read.
"The thing she just mentioned, is there really no other solution?" Xia Lu asked.
Zhou Mingchen turned to look at her, "There is, but no other method costs less; it's just a waste of some water, and I think Hongli Group can still afford that."
Xia Lu was exasperated, so this is how they think about such matters.
