"Okay, I want to work hard, earn a lot of money, create my own brand, and start a company..." Qiao Mo spoke passionately, beginning to share her dreams.
"You don't need to make money, as long as you're happy."
"Huh?" Qiao Mo didn't quite catch that.
"As long as I'm earning for our family, it's enough." He spoke softly, and finally, Qiao Mo showed a hint of a smile.
"That won't do, I need to earn money as well..."
The two chatted intermittently for a while, then Fu Nancheng, seeing how late it was and worrying that she might overexert herself, urged her to rest.
Qiao Mo asked about Qiao Dehou and Yang Peiyun, and even though it was a bit awkward, she also asked about Qiao Yun's illness before hanging up the phone.
After hanging up, Qiao Mo sighed lightly and refocused her attention on the pile of fabrics in front of her.
No matter what, she couldn't give up because of someone as insignificant as Alina.
