"Then I'll have to trouble you! I have to go back. My house is far from the factory. If I'm any later, it'll be difficult to get a car." Jiang Kuo said.
"Okay, you go!"
Su Hanyan looked at the time and it was almost seven o'clock. Originally, when she passed by the factory manager's house, she wanted to say hello first before going to the printing factory to deliver the manuscript. But now, it seemed that there was no need. She could just go straight to class.
She threw the pile of manuscripts on the table into the trash can in the corner. As she walked, she thought to herself that it would be great if the manuscripts could recover on their own.
She thought of her golden finger. It was a pity that it only had the effect of healing. If only it had the effect of recovery.
