As the stunningly cold beauty Sister Xiang said, after Meng Chuyue met their "Miss," Mrs. Song, she indeed gained absolute personal freedom.
It was laughable, but indeed, absolute personal freedom.
Mrs. Song had said this to her.
It was a little after nine in the morning the next day.
They met in the living room of a small villa on a farmstead.
Mrs. Song, who was not very beautiful but still retained her charm, said to Meng Chuyue with a dignified and commanding presence, "Miss Meng, I believe Xiangxiang has already told you the reason we invited you here. Now, I won't bother with idle chatter.
Let me tell you directly what I require of you.
You need to procure or cultivate saplings of the high-quality fruit your Fruit Store once sold within two months; any kind will do, and you don't need many—a single one that can survive counts.
If you can't manage this, staying here for a year, ensuring a year's supply of fruit for my husband and nephew, will also suffice.
