Those who had just slapped themselves felt somewhat ashamed and kept their heads down, not daring to speak anymore. Lu Debang was even more ashamed; initially, to manage the Head Flower Workshop, they had specifically called a meeting. Now looking back, that meeting seemed laughable, with many harsh words said, but putting them into practice proved to be no small feat.
"I understand, Xiao Meng, no one knows better than I do how much suffering you went through when you first set up your workshop. So many relationships aren't built with just a word or two. Asking for favors is like warmly pressing one's face to another's cold buttocks. I know you faced much scorn back then, so it's unreasonable for me to still manage the workshop's affairs after you're gone, don't you think?"
