"What you need to do, sister, is not to cry, nor to prove your innocence by dying, but to make those people shut up. Who starts rumors about you, you give it right back to them. Who tries to hit you, you hit them back. Don't bottle up any resentment," Zhuang Qingning said confidently.
"Make everyone afraid, make everyone cower, then those so-called rumors will disappear, or at least, you won't hear them anymore."
Zhou Daya, listening to Zhuang Qingning's words, widened her eyes in surprise.
These words were indeed novel to her. She'd never heard them before. For a moment, she was somewhat confused, and yet, she also somewhat understood.
"In any case, what we need to do now, Sister Zhou, is wipe away your tears and take care of what's right in front of you." Zhuang Qingning smiled thinly. "I am a ruthless workshop owner, Sister Zhou. If you don't keep an eye on the workshop, I won't be happy with you."
Zhou Daya nodded her head in a daze, "I understand."