Qiao Jiusheng smiled and did not explain.
She should establish her might when she should and tolerate when she should. Qiao Jiusheng was not the Third Holy Mother. If her subordinates had the guts to make mistakes, they had to have the guts to bear the responsibility.
Fang Yusheng sat in the shop for a while more before planning to leave. Before he left, he told Qiao Jiusheng, "Call me after work. I'll pick you up."
Qiao Jiusheng did not know whether to laugh or cry. "Are you planning to pick me up during my entire pregnancy? Are you going to be my chauffeur?"
"Yeah."
She asked again, "Then do you want a salary?" Staring at Fang Yusheng's pleasant face, Qiao Jiusheng could not help but tease him. "A handsome driver like you has a high salary every month, right? Name a price. Don't be too high. I don't have money if it's too high."
Fang Yusheng laughed.
