Li Zhihao listened to his niece's words, a confident smile curling at the corners of his mouth. His face, bronzed from the sun, bore a slight resemblance to his elder brother, who sported a mustache while he was clean-shaven.
He didn't look much like his elder sister or Second Sister, though. His elder sister and the tender-skinned Second Sister had somewhat similar faces, but the difference in quality was significant, despite having the same parents.
Perhaps this was shaped by life's hardships. The environment one lives in dictates a person's appearance and temperament.
"Niece, it's just building a thatched house, any long-term worker can do it. I'm in charge here, and with just a word, it will be done in no more than two days," he said.
Ye Shiqi watched her young uncle, completely embodying the confidence of a leader. It seemed that being a leader, whether in any role and for both men and women, was much better than being a subordinate. The quest for power was timeless.
