"It's almost five o'clock? We've been down there for three whole hours, no wonder I feel so hungry and my legs are weak."
As she spoke, her eyes twinkled as she stomped the pair of heels she had finally cleaned, switching to a playful tone:
"Brother Cheng, you cold-hearted capitalist, you've made me work like a laborer all afternoon. If you don't treat me to a good meal tonight, I'm going to strike."
"Don't worry, you'll be well-fed."
Fang Cheng smiled and nodded toward the black SUV parked not far away, speaking as he walked:
"We've been busy all afternoon, climbing up and down, inhaling dust. Even a capitalist shouldn't have employees working on an empty stomach."
Lin Chuqiao's eyes lit up as she clutched the used wet wipes in her hand, her steps brisk:
"So, is the boss really treating us?"
"Of course."
After leaving the factory, Fang Cheng opened the passenger door of the Land Rover and made a gentlemanly gesture to invite her in.
