Turning The Tide

But Deng Yang didn't say anything further about it. She had come across a lot in life, and she wasn't someone who loved to gossip, nor would she think that all men were pigs just because she met a man who was one.

"Is it an urgent affair?" Deng Yang continued.

"I have to have it before July." It was mid-May now. As Song Mian would celebrate his birthday according to the Chinese calendar, it would be around mid-July.

She could knit fast. One day was all she needed to finish it. There would be no problems if she had it early July.

But she still needed time to prepare the jadestone and to drill a hole in it according to the rope's size.

"En, I'll make a note of it," Deng Yang agreed to her request.

With that, Yun Xiangxiang stopped asking further and hung up to let her rest.