Zhou Jiao finished her work, rubbed her eyes, sighed with relief, leaned against the chair and patted her sore arms and legs, stood up, and was about to leave with the documents in her arms.
Just then, Shi Dashen, with a face that was usually stern year-round, came in with a big smile, and upon seeing Zhou Jiao, he cheerfully said, "Finished?"
"Yes, could you take a look? Unfortunately, I can't think of anything else."
Shi Dashen waved his hand, "Better than I expected. You've worked hard this period, go home and rest well."
Hearing this, Zhou Jiao quickly put down the documents in her arms and smiled, "So I can really go home?"
"If you don't go back soon, your dad's going to beat someone. Also, consider my suggestion carefully when you get home."
Zhou Jiao nodded with a smile. As for agreeing or not, she certainly wouldn't. This kind of life wasn't suitable for her, she had a father, a husband, and a young son, and there was room for development domestically, why go far away?
