The security guards stopped in their tracks when they heard the voice.
Then, a man with a greasy face named Li Changdong walked in quickly.
"Aunty Chen, Song, Huiling, you're both at home?"
Li Changdong greeted Chen Li and the others, and his gaze swept across everyone in the room.
As for Zhang Huiling, he could not help but pause on her for a few more seconds.
After a long while, he continued, "Uncle Zou, I just heard about the factory's decision. Is there no room for discussion at all?"
"Changdong, it's not that I'm hard-hearted," said Zou Kaiwei. "It's the factory's rule, I can't do anything about it.
"There are still many employees in our factory who don't have a house. We can't keep them waiting."
His face was filled with helplessness.
"Are there many employees waiting to be assigned rooms?" Li Changdong pondered for a moment and said, "I have an idea."
