Zhao Zhitong was immensely pleased. She handed a pot of flowers to Zhao Yu and Zhao Ya, instructing them, "Later, Xiao Ge and Sister Yaya will protect this plant, while I protect this one. Don't let it get hurt. This will be our wealth in the future. When we make money, I'll share it with you all!"
Upon hearing this, Zhao Ya and Zhao Yu nodded vigorously, holding the flower pot tightly with both hands, promising, "Little sister, don't worry, we will definitely protect it!"
Zhao Zhitong grinned. "Great, I believe in you."
Zhao Dong, standing nearby, couldn't help but chuckle at Zhao Zhitong's bossy, commanding manner.
Soon, Sun Mei came out of the cloth store, complaining about the expensive prices. "Really, why hasn't cotton become popular yet? Cotton cloth is so nice—soft and comfy. This hemp cloth is too rough to wear, and silk is too expensive."
