Before the spring labor tasks, it wasn't too heavy; it could be said to be relatively relaxed. Zhang Yu really liked this state; the pressure wasn't too great, and she treated it as exercise.
Zhang Yu was in a good mood. In her heart, she kept praying, hoping these days could continue until the work relocation order was issued.
The more relaxed her mood, the more Wang Yan's mindset was on the verge of exploding. After days of deep thought, she came up with a solution and pondered over it several times.
Of course, these weren't major issues. The most important thing was that she had sacrificed a lot to drag Zhang Yu down.
Every time she thought of her sacrifices, she wished she could rush in front of Zhang Yu and scratch that face of hers. If it weren't for her, would she have fallen to this point?
This was all Zhang Yu's fault; she must be severely punished. She must be made to live in misery. Wang Yan glared viciously at Zhang Yu.
