"Madam, someone is looking for you downstairs."
Upon hearing Auntie Deng's words, Shen Hongmei got out of bed to dress, all the while guessing who it might be looking for her — was there still some unresolved trouble?
As she descended the stairs lost in thought, the sight of Wen Xiaoqin in the living room gave her a sense of relief but also a touch of surprise.
"Hongmei sister, I hope I'm not disturbing you."
A faint discomfort crossed Shen Hongmei's face.
Having cleared the air with Zhao Dafa the day before, the couple had reconciled, and Zhao Dafa had been quite enthusiastic with her the previous night, to the extent that she couldn't get out of bed in the morning; it was already almost ten o'clock.
She settled into a seat, wrapping herself with a silk shawl, "Please, take a seat. Is there something you need from me?"
Wen Xiaoqin got straight to the point, "Hongmei sister, I heard you're looking for work. I'm wondering if you've considered coming back to the food factory?"