Fang Pingying felt that Luo Cuilan might have her eye on her shop, so she probed Luo Zhiyong, "Luo Cuilan hasn't mentioned wanting to work in my shop, has she?"
Luo Zhiyong frowned, "Just ignore her."
Fang Pingying sneered with a smile, looking at Luo Zhiyong, "It seems like she really has mentioned it then."
Luo Zhiyong glanced at Fang Pingying and nodded in admission, "She did mention it, but I scolded her and sent her packing. If she comes to you, just refuse her."
"Alright." Fang Pingying had no intention of considering letting Luo Cuilan come to work at her shop and couldn't be bothered to discuss further. She stood up and started to tidy up, "I'll prepare to pack up these next few days and head back home soon."
As Fang Pingying was packing, Luo Zhiyong leaned half on the bed, feigning sleep, both casually chatting.
