Gu Wenheng 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. Even though he held the indentures for the batch of craftsmen in the glass workshop, bringing so many people back and settling them would be a problem. Furthermore, the glass workshop was already on the right track; it really wasn't suitable to relocate it.
Gu Wenheng fell into deep thought. While he was here, he could immediately find a way to resolve any sudden emergencies. But once he was far away, no matter how well he covered his tracks, people would eventually notice over time. Seeing his furrowed brows, Jin Qianqian gently smoothed them with her hand. "Look at you all day long. You're almost turning into a little old man."
Gu Wenheng grabbed her mischievous little hand. "Is there such a handsome little old man?
"I'm just thinking about how to handle the glass workshop."
