Zhang Yu didn't know about Yi Zhonghai's shenanigans after returning to the plant, and even if she had known, she would have found it quite normal.
After all, a candidate for an apprentice and future caregiver was bound to be favored.
The only issue was the poor choice in the Jia Family, a household with not a single decent member; Jia Dongxu's early death was regrettable enough.
Forget it, it was all in the future; for now, she began to anticipate whether someone would come to negotiate.
It was already the afternoon, and yet no one had come, which was worrying, truly worrying.
Forget it, if no one came, then no one came. Taking advantage of the nice weather, she decided to wash some clothes, then rest for a bit.
Starting tomorrow, she would be a proud member of the working people, no doubt bustling about.
