A very optimistic guess.
However, Lan Peizhi should be a pragmatist.
"Myanmar is now filled with smoke and gunfire; there might be refugees coming in for shelter."
These words are thought-provoking.
Cao Jinse said nothing.
"It seems you cannot guarantee it."
Cao Jinse remained silent.
"Since you can't manage it, I'll have to handle it my way."
"What does Aunt Lan intend to do?"
Looking at the woman beside her gazing out the window, Cao Jinse couldn't help but feel a bit tense.
"You know, my expertise is not in business."
Cao Jinse's pupils suddenly contracted, quickly saying, "Aunt Lan, don't be impulsive."
Lan Peizhi's face was as calm as water, "Do you really think this is called impulsiveness."
Cao Jinse's eyes flickered and shifted continuously.
"I'm like Aunt Lan; we are deeply bound with that guy—when he thrives, we thrive; when he suffers, we suffer—so from the bottom of my heart, I hope he lives a long life."
"I believe in your standpoint."
