"Brother Xu, whatever you need, just say it. We're all family here. If we can help, we'll definitely help." Gu Hai grinned, and compared to Fang Yue, he was easier to accept.
Xu Qinghe took a deep breath, thinking they had always been in South City and could afford a car, so they surely had money. Maybe she just simply wanted to help them, nothing else.
"Thank you for your kindness, I truly appreciate it."
As soon as Xu Qinghe finished speaking, Fang Yue's voice rang out again: "We really want to help you sincerely. Please don't lose out because of pride."
"The matter with our factory is over now." Xu Qinghe quickly explained that their factory had resumed production.
Fang Yue asked, clearly doubtful, "Didn't someone say someone died from it? And you can still make chili sauce?"
"No." Xu Qinghe firmly denied it: "Our chili sauce is clean and safe. No one died from eating it, nor did anyone get sick."
