The factory had started production again, so there was nothing to worry about next. They just had to wait for the delivery.
Mrs. Chen was also busy with her own business. She had just shipped a large number of famous paintings from abroad. She stayed in her gallery every day, watching the paintings on the wall slowly fill up, her heart was filled with satisfaction.
When she was almost done, she invited Qu Zhi to look at her gallery and give her some suggestions.
As soon as Qu Zhi entered the room, she saw Mrs. Chen in a tight white shirt and dark green wide-legged pants. She felt as if she had changed into a different person. She was young and radiant.
"You're here." Mrs. Chen was half-lying on the sofa and smiling at Qu Zhi. She was holding a thick, milk-blue mug in her hand. It was evident that she was an artist.