Lin Nianhe stared into Zheng Lirong's eyes, trying to discern any unusual emotion from them.
Zheng Lirong didn't display much emotion. She nodded slightly and said, "Even if you hadn't mentioned it, I was going to lower the price. The previous price..." Thinking about the doubled price tag from before, she involuntarily shook her head.
Thinking of Bai Bo once again, Zheng Lirong's expression turned a bit desolate.
After a while, she changed the subject: "The money I donated, I won't take back. I also never planned on expanding the business; the current workforce is sufficient. Once this period passes and things settle down, I will continue to help them."
As a mother, she saw more and was more inclined to empathize.
Without going too far back, just consider those in our black market—the majority are kids around fifteen or sixteen years old, all born and raised by parents. Looking at them, I can't help but think of my own children.
