Ancient Wen Heng and Jin Qianqian's New Year was anything but peaceful. As the time for their return drew closer, many matters here had to be arranged in advance.
Then there were the craftsmen in the glass workshop. Even though he held their indentures, it was a problem to take so many people back and resettle them.
What's more, the glass workshop was already running smoothly, so it really wasn't a good idea to disturb it.
Ancient Wen Heng fell into deep thought. As long as he was here, he could immediately find a solution if an unexpected situation arose.
But once they were so far away, no matter how well he concealed it, it would eventually be discovered.
Jin Qianqian saw his furrowed brow and gently smoothed it with her hand. "Look at you, worrying all day. You're going to turn into a little old man."
Ancient Wen Heng caught her mischievous little hand. "Have you ever seen such a handsome little old man?
I'm just thinking about what to do with the glass workshop."
