Ji Xia nodded: "Go ahead, I only have two classes tomorrow afternoon, I'll ask for half a day off, Yu Juan can lend me her notes then."
Liu Yujuan agreed, and Jiang Qingran looked at the sky outside: "He's coming from his hometown, he must be carrying a lot of luggage, right? Your hands are covered in chilblains, how are you going to receive him?"
Ji Xia glanced indifferently at the ginkgo leaves falling outside the window: "Just call a taxi. I'll be going back to my hometown in a month or two, so I shouldn't be bringing much."
"My name is Xie An. I'll go with you to pick you up tomorrow at noon. He has a car, so it'll be convenient."
Ji Xia couldn't help but look up at her: "It's only been a short time since we settled down, and you're already able to boss him around. It seems that Qingran's skill in managing her husband is still quite remarkable."
"Don't brag. Don't think I don't know. Your husband treats you like the apple of his eye."
Liu Yujuan glanced at the two of them with envy: "I envy you. You are so confident and not worried at all that he will be unhappy."
Rong Ruoshi chuckled and turned back to her with a slight smile: "No need to envy them. They have that confidence because they are well-matched in terms of social standing and don't rely on men for survival. They won't worry even if things fall apart."
"If you work hard and become a well-known designer, you can earn hundreds or thousands of dollars a month, and you will have the confidence to face any man."
Upon hearing this, Liu Yujuan smiled shyly, a look of longing in her eyes. Earning hundreds or thousands a month? Ruoshi dared to dream.
However, she glanced at Ji Xia. Ji Xia should be doing well enough, right? She had heard Ji Xia say before that she could earn several hundred yuan a month.
Therefore, she should try harder, and even harder, to catch up with them.
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