"Cough cough cough, Nianhe, I think, we don't necessarily have to set up a branch factory in the city, right? How about moving to the provincial city or Xi City? We are familiar with both places, so why must we fixate on the city?"
Wang Shumei took Lin Nianhe's words very seriously and sincerely offered her suggestions.
"The city is closer, anything happens, and we can get there by a one-hour train ride, convenient for handling matters. Now, with the few people at our textile factory, who would manage the branch factory if it's in the provincial city?" Lin Nianhe, a bit calmer, pressed her temple as she spoke.
Wang Shumei held her hand, fearing that the next second she might grab a kitchen knife and go after Shi Chengkun: "Calm down, why are you so irritable today, just like Xiao Lan... Why don't you go talk to Uncle Wong?" As she spoke, she patted Lin Nianhe's back to help her relax.