"Father." Although Linda was furious, she was still respectful when she saw Christopher Smith.
"Are you arriving later than usual today? You usually arrive early and help me water the flowers and feed CoCo." Christopher Smith asked casually while leaning on the sofa. He still held the newspaper in his hand, and he didn't even move his eyes to look at Linda, who looked unhappy.
Yes, CoCo is the family’s black-haired poodle. He has been in this family for almost ten years and can be considered an old member.

"There's a traffic jam today." Linda answered cautiously when faced with her father's question.
"Why don't you know how to arrange to go out earlier? I have always emphasized that time is money, and the competition in this world is who is fastest! More accurate! More ruthless!" Christopher suddenly threw the newspaper on the table.
"I'm sorry, father. I will make sure to check the time in advance next time." Linda's body trembled and she quickly lowered her head and apologized.
"What are you doing looking like this? You are hunched over with your head lowered. You have no momentum at all. No wonder the business has not improved even now." Christopher said while shaking his head.
Linda exhaled softly, for fear of being discovered, then slowly stood up straight, raised her head and looked at his father. She saw her father's sighing and helpless expression once again deeply engraved in Linda's mind and heart, and then slowly transformed into countless ants eating away at Linda's heart.
"How is the company doing recently? How was the product and sales performance last quarter?" After an awkward silence, Christopher continued to ask in his cold voice.

"Alright, not bad. Compared with last year, it has grown steadily. Brand awareness and sales have improved." Linda answered carefully.
"I heard that you went to see William?"
"Yes."
"For what? Just for those clothes? You have to go and ask for details about such a small matter in person? Is there no one in your company? I really don't know how you manage it."

One little thing? How many clothes? Linda was sneering in her heart. She thought of William's words again, and suddenly felt that she was indeed very ridiculous. Now she was standing in the hall listening to her father's admonishment, wondering how the servants would laugh at her behind her back. A wry smile appeared on her face.
"Let's go. I really don't know who you are following like this. You really don't look like the Smith family!" Seeing Linda's stunned look, Christopher felt disgusted and asked her to leave quickly.
Linda immediately turned around and left without any hesitation.
After Sophia and the four had their fill of wine and food, they purchased some more things and started heading towards the mountains.
This mountain is not high, but it is winding and winding. It will take about an hour to walk around the mountain. It was possible to take a small ropeway, but Michael felt it was very unsafe and would rather walk up it.
There is a gurgling stream on the mountain, and the layers of trees are very pleasing to the eye. From time to time, birds fly through the forest, making rustling sounds.
When we reached the top of the mountain, there was some mist around us, giving us the atmosphere of a celestial being living in seclusion. Yellow walls, red tiles, and a young monk sweeping the fallen leaves of early autumn in front of the door. The wind carried the fallen leaves gently on the ground, and Sophia and her group slowly walked into the temple. The ginkgo tree in the courtyard seems to be a standard feature of the temple, with its golden leaves shining in the afternoon sun. Watching the falling leaves slowly fall into Sophia's palm, it feels like an electric shock, which makes people feel a little emotional in their hearts. As expected, "Flowers will eventually bloom and fall, but don't force your destiny."
Sophia looked at the incense coils in the hall and looked around at the statues of the gods. The three-meter-high statue of Guanyin sat in the main seat of the main hall, and the boy who gave away money was smiling and crossing his legs. Next to it are Maitreya Buddha, Manjushri Bodhisattva, and the Four Heavenly Kings. The loving smile, the majestic glaring eyes, the jade-faced Guanyin, the red-faced King of Heaven. I can’t help but marvel at the wonder of human civilization!
When she regained consciousness, she saw Michael already kneeling in front of Maitreya Buddha. He straightened his back, clasped his hands, closed his eyes, and then knelt down to worship devoutly.
What is he asking for? Sophia was a little confused. Seeing that everyone was worshiping Buddha sincerely, and the great monk in the temple was sitting in front of Guanyin, knocking wooden fish and singing Buddhist scriptures, Sophia didn't want to appear too different, so she also worshiped in front of various Buddha statues.
Her heart must not be as pious as the other three. After all, in Sophia's view, the most immeasurable thing in the world is the human heart. If praying to gods and Buddhas is useful, why would there be suffering and injustice?
After visiting the main hall, there are several side halls. Sophia , Michael and Peter walked around the temple again. The God of Wealth and the Palace of Marriage were full of incense, and people were constantly coming in and out. In the Sutra Pavilion, there are masters and young masters studying Buddhist scriptures there are also young masters working hard in the vegetable fields in the back mountains the masters in the temple do not eat after lunch, but they will still prepare some vegetarian meals for travelers who are planning to stay overnight, so you will see a little monk washing rice and a little monk lighting a fire.
After walking around in a circle, Sophia suddenly felt a pain in her stomach, so she asked the masters in the temple where she could get some relief. Michaels chose to stroll around in the small garden of the temple.
When Sophia came out of the toilet, she took a wrong turn in some corridor and ended up on the side of the wing for no apparent reason. I saw a master in orange cloth meditating on a futon in the corridor. The beads in his hand were spinning one by one, and the beard on his face trembled gently with his mouth as he chanted sutras. Hearing Sophia's voice, he slowly opened his eyes.
"I'm sorry, Master, I took the wrong path. I'm disturbing you for doing your meditation!" Sophia quickly clasped her hands together and bent down to apologize.
"It doesn't matter. We are destined to meet each other!" The monk spoke slowly, in a low voice, and raised his left hand to salute Sophia.
"Can you please ask Master how to get back to the main hall?" Sophia was afraid that Michael and the others would be impatient, so she hurriedly asked where the exit was.
"Donor, don't worry, would you like to sit down and drink a cup of tea from a poor monk?" The monk said and gestured for Sophia to sit down.
Sophia looked at it, thought for a few seconds, and finally sat down.
"What do you have to teach me, Master?"
"I don't dare to accept it. The poor monk just thinks that the benefactor seems to be very attractive, and he is willing to make a divination for the benefactor."
The monk took out three copper coins, turned two teacups upside down, then touched one of them to Sophia, and then started divination. Sophia thinks the technique should be the six-line hexagram in "The Book of Changes". After several times, the monk clasped his hands together and said "Amitabha" devoutly, and then slowly said "Amitabha" while pulling the string of beads in his hand.