Song Ci got emotional again.
She eloquently fed these naive children a large bowl of chicken soup, moving them to tears before she finally stopped speaking.
Too much chicken soup can make one nauseous; it's best to stop when it's about enough.
"Madam Song, we have guests coming."
Song Ci looked at Cui Shiniang and said with a smile, "You are the Mountain Master of this charitable school. From now on, everything about it depends on you to manage. Let's go meet the guests; you'll get to know them. After all, if the school needs donations in the future, you can't be out of contact."
Hearing this, it sounded like someone was trying to shirk responsibility, as if the old lady had set up the school and was planning to wash her hands of it, right?
Cui Shiniang laughed teasingly, "If I can't find anyone, I can always find you, Madam."
