"Dad, that's because I'm smart."
Xu Nianhua's playful smile brimmed with laughter; her family's life was getting better day by day, which made her feel exceptionally happy.
"Right, my daughter is the smartest," Xu Qinghe praised generously, feeling extremely comforted by her confident smile.
"Dad, let's talk about the dressing table again."
Xu Nianhua threw herself back into work, moving from the bed to the wardrobe, then to the desk, and now to the dressing table. She believed that once she shared all she knew, the factory would receive even more orders in the future.
She trusted that, inspired by her, her father would surely make more and prettier furniture.
…
"Zhong Juan, are you out of your mind?" Gao Jianshe looked around at the messy room. He had been so exhausted from work that moving was a struggle, but the sight of the disarray, coupled with Zhong Juan's frightful face, filled him with irritation.
