Luo Suli was busy washing dishes when suddenly a business card appeared in front of her.
Her temper was not the best, and she thought this person was here to disturb her work, ready to burst into a tirade.
But when she looked up, she saw a woman standing in front of her, modestly dressed but radiating a sense of wealth and elegance.
Luo Suli not only favored sons over daughters but was also very quick to see the money-making opportunities.
Realizing that the woman in front of her was wealthy, Luo Suli quickly put on a flattering expression.
"What can I do for you?"
"Do you work in housekeeping?" Jiang Moxi examined Luo Suli through her sunglasses.
Decades had passed; Luo Suli's face was now covered with wrinkles, but her eyes still gleamed with shrewdness and calculation.
"Yes, yes, yes, do you need me to help at your house?" Luo Suli asked.
