Xie Liangchen finished talking, and after a long time, Mrs. Gao's face remained pale.
The always silent Old Mrs. Chen looked at Mrs. Gao and said, "Sit down, you're not young anymore, yet you still can't handle matters. Chen Family Village has survived great disasters, what's this in comparison? If you're like this, how can you go to the weaving room and tell them?"
Mrs. Gao was ashamed by Old Mrs. Chen's words: "It's me...it's my fault, the daughter-in-law is wrong."
Old Mrs. Chen said, "Since you dare to do business, you must foresee the times when you'll lose Silver. Miss Chen is right, these are all small matters. Our Chen Family Village can afford it."
Mrs. Gao responded, "The daughter-in-law just thought these days have not been easy, got anxious for a moment."
Old Mrs. Chen knew Mrs. Gao was distressed for the women in the weaving room, waking up early every day, working so hard their hands blistered, yet refused to rest.
