"Stay calm, stay calm, practice at this speed until you're comfortable... Take it slow, don't rush... My Ahri is really great!"
He Youyou's shouts, one after another, reached his ears through the crowd.
This was the first time Zhao Changqing had realized that even the smallest progress could earn him praise from his parents.
When he was seven or eight years old, he learned to ride and shoot. He won first place in a competition with a group of peers, but the only response he received was "be wary of arrogance and impetuosity".
"Alright, you can come down and rest for a bit. It's my turn."
He heard He Youyou say that.
The carriage slowly slowed down and stopped in front of He Youyou.
Han Wenzheng got out of the car.
He Youyou was about to jump onto the carriage shaft when she was stopped by Butler Qian.
"Madam, do you want to learn too?"
He Youyou looked at him in confusion: "Uh, is that not allowed?"
"It is inappropriate for a woman to drive; she may face criticism."
"Oh," He Youyou asked, "After being criticized, will I lose a copper coin or a piece of meat?"
Butler Qian shook his head: "That won't happen. I'm just worried that if the mistress hears such criticism, she might feel humiliated, become depressed and sad, and fall ill from worry."
He Youyou waved her hand and said, "You don't understand me. I would never do that."
With that, he leaped onto the carriage in a flash.
As a venture capital mogul, what kind of situation hasn't she seen?
How could she become depressed just because someone said a few words about her behind her back?
Over the years, many people have criticized her for using any means necessary, yet she has remained unscathed.
The housekeeper quietly retreated to Zhao Changqing's side.
"Master..."
Zhao Changqing slowly exhaled: "Being thick-skinned is also a skill."
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