Because the dust-covered team leader from the wheat harvest looked at Wen Zhou, whose face was getting darker and darker, "Mr. Wen, what do you say?"
"I need to talk to her."
Wen Zhou didn't rush to answer, but called Xue Jiahuan over to talk aside.
Yi Chichi and the others, the bystanders, all pricked up their ears trying to eavesdrop, but found that they were too far away and the two spoke too softly to hear anything.
However, their body language and facial expressions showed that their conversation was not very pleasant.
Yu Ritang said softly, "Chichi, what do you think they're talking about?"
"I don't know lip reading."
Yi Chichi's answer was straightforward and clear, leaving Yu Ritang and the others baffled by her response, only realizing after a moment that it meant she didn't know.
Chi Jiaojiao rubbed her nose, "Comrade Xue is too generous. It's okay if she has the means, but if not, Mr. Wen is surely not happy."
"Why would he be unhappy?"
