"If a woman feels happier because of another man, you should reflect on why you can't make her happier, instead of blaming that woman, and definitely not the man.
Right, Senior Yuan?"
Zheng Fa looked at Senior Yuan, trying to convey this profound life truth through his gaze.
Unfortunately, Senior Yuan obviously didn't grasp his profound meaning, instead she pointed to the desk piled high with account books, and lamented under the heavy burden, "Three days! I haven't left this room for a whole three days!"
Clearly, being confined to a room and reviewing account books was nothing short of torture for Senior Yuan, who preferred to be a hands-off manager.
Following her pointed finger, Zheng Fa saw that the account books not only occupied the desk but were also stacked in piles all over the floor, displaying a daunting amount of work.
It made sense; the Jiushan Sect needed these account books to tax the trading within the workshop area.
