The production team leader had deducted Wei Luan's production points for an entire week. This meant Wei Luan would work for nothing this week.
Ergou wanted to say something, but Wei Luan stopped him. "I'm fine. Go back to work."
Wei Luan was already used to this kind of thing. He did not come from a good family, and the production team often targeted him behind his back. This time, they finally caught him making a mistake, so he naturally had to punish him.
After finishing his work, Wei Luan returned home and put down his tools.
The fragrance of dinner wafted from the kitchen. This smell made Wei Luan feel at ease.
In the past, when he lived alone, no matter how late he came back, the house was always dead silent. There was no sound or light.
Now, someone would wait for him to come home and prepare hot food for him. She would even care if he was tired from work.
This must be the feeling of home.
