As for Qin Jiao, if Shen Yi was also reborn, that would be for the best. They would know each other inside and out. But if he wasn't, 'Would he think something was wrong with me? That I'm some kind of freak?'
The concept of rebirth was too outlandish to ask about directly. 'If I still have doubts, I'll have to probe indirectly later on.'
And so, the two of them, each with memories of a past life, reached a strange, unspoken agreement. They both carefully retracted the feelers they had been tentatively extending.
Shen Yi spoke up. "It's unlikely. The paint factory isn't profitable, so Shen Zhengfeng would never give it to us."
"But what if he insists?"
"My mom is somewhat interested in the apparel business, but neither of us care about the paint factory. If Shen Zhengfeng insists on giving it to us, we'll just wait until the paperwork is finalized and then sell it."
