Chapter 117

He thought his voice was loud and brimming with authority, but to Sang Zhi, it sounded little louder than the buzzing of a fly. She was busy sticking date labels onto the newly boiled maple syrup bottles. Her mind was a jumble of chaotic thoughts. The ownership of the factory was finally confirmed to be hers. Once production started, she would need to hire workers and figure out where to order the specialized tools and equipment for boiling the sugar. She had to place an order for glass bottles at the glass factory. And there was news from her older brother—she really needed to meet with him. So, with one party distracted and the other nervous to the point of breaking, the confession looked like a complete farce.