Qian Shiyao knelt on the ground, her face pale. Her body trembled with a mixture of nervousness and fear.
And the object of her fear was also a woman.
Zhou Ruxuan!
Her delicate features were bare of makeup, and her taut skin had the translucent glow of youth.
Her expression, which should have been joyous and cheerful, was now sullen as her beautiful eyes stared daggers at Qian Shiyao.
She spoke in a strange, passive-aggressive tone:
"Brother Zhu is truly a connoisseur of delicate beauties, going to such great lengths to rescue the young miss of the Qian Family."
"Qian Shiyao has been clever since she was a child and was involved in the Qian Family's business from a young age. She is particularly knowledgeable about the Cloth Workshop," Zhu Ju said unhurriedly.
"Zhu's Cloth Workshop needs someone to manage the accounts and oversee affairs, and she is a perfect fit."
"Besides…"
