Two hundred forty-one, calligraphy

Luo Shu shook her head, and with a mischievous smile, she said to Zhu Huizhen, "This is something I made especially for you guys, it's a benefit only for our own people!" Her factory would produce various kinds of cosmetics and daily necessities like shampoo and shower gel in the future, but facial masks were not on her list. However, she would make some as gifts for her family and friends.

"Luo Shu, when do you plan to marry our Hanmo?" Zhu Huizhen asked expectantly, looking at Luo Shu. "I am really looking forward to the day when you call me 'mom'!" She truly hoped that Hanmo would marry Luo Shu sooner rather than later.

"That depends on when Hanmo decides to marry me," Luo Shu laughed. Hanmo had already promised her father that he would marry her in three years.

"I'm going to call him right now," Zhu Huizhen said and really started walking toward the phone.

Luo Shu, chuckling, pulled Zhu Huizhen back, "Auntie, Hanmo is on a mission and won't be back for half a month."