"You will be in charge of the company next year," said Wilson Yeats, throwing a very important message to her. "If you don't come to the party to get to know these administrators, you won't know who will be in charge of the company."
Sarah, "?"
Sarah, "Who told you that I'm going to run the company?"
"My uncle," said Wilson Yeats indifferently, "he has decided to hand over the company to you."
Sarah frowned.
Didn't she say that she wouldn't run the company?
"Didn't you manage it well?"
"Who doesn't want to have a free life?" said Wilson seriously, "Tell me, how long have I managed it for you? Shouldn’t I have the right and time to fall in love with someone and get married?"
"There are not many things to deal with in the company," said Sarah seriously.
"If you come to the party tomorrow, I can consider helping you manage it for one more year."
Sarah was speechless
"It's up to you."
"Okay, okay."