The First Businesswoman

In March, the sun shines brightly. In the back garden of the Ministry of War, the only daughter of the Hua family, Hua Zilei, clasped a book on the art of war on her face and lay lazily in the backyard, letting her maid, Xiaolu, beat her legs every now and then. "Miss, do you really want to join that poetry club that my young master mentioned?" When Hua Zurei was about to fall asleep, Xiao Lu's abrupt question startled her, and the book on her face fell down with a "snap". Hua Zhilei glanced at Xiaolu displeasedly, "Why are you still so irritable? Can't you give a hint before speaking?" "Oh! Miss, next time...