Fang Pingying knew Fang Xiu well because when she first came to the provincial city, she needed her to take care of everything, so she was behaving herself.
But later, once she had a place to settle down, or when she didn't need her help anymore, who knew what kind of trouble she might start causing.
If she found out she had the money to open a store, it was uncertain how she would stir things up, so it was still better to be cautious and just say she was helping someone else with work.
Since she was planning to collaborate with Zeng Weiguo anyway, Fang Pingying wasn't worried about being exposed for the time being.
"Twenty-five yuan?" When Fang Xiu heard that it was twenty-five yuan a month, she felt a small joy inside—thinking about how many things she could buy with that money.
