"Dad, that's because I'm smart."
Xu Nianhua's playful smile was full of warmth; now that her family's life was improving, she felt especially happy.
"That's right, my daughter is the smartest." Xu Qinghe praised her without hesitation, and seeing her confident smile, he was deeply gratified.
"Dad, let's talk about the vanity table next."
Xu Nianhua dove back into her work again, from the bed to the cabinet, then to the desk, and now the vanity table. She felt that after she finished explaining everything she knew, their factory could surely get more and more orders in the future.
She believed that her dad, inspired by her, would definitely be able to make even prettier furniture.
...
"Zhong Juan, are you out of your mind?" Gao Jianshe looked at the messy room. He had just come back from work, exhausted, barely able to take another step. Now seeing the chaos and Zhong Juan's twisted, ugly face, he was instantly irritated.
