The moment she returned home, she was greeted by a delicious aroma.
Xu Xiaoya, mustering up her energy, asked, "Xixi, are you cooking?"
Yan Xixi emerged at the sound of her voice. "Dinner's ready! Hey, I haven't cooked in ages. Since I got home early today, I made two dishes and a soup. Xiaoya, come and eat quickly."
Holding her rice bowl, she asked in surprise, "Xiaoya, why are your eyes so swollen?"
"Zhong Minghui came by today asking to borrow money."
"Xiaoya, you didn't lend him any, did you?"
"Of course not."
Yan Xixi let out a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, Xu Xiaoya quickly regained her composure. The two of them chatted and laughed, eventually returning to the topic of the second-tier handbag brand.
"Xixi, I've spent all week researching that brand—its sales volume in the city, its target customers. Opening a specialty store is definitely feasible."
Yan Xixi was overjoyed. "You think it's a good idea too?"
