Gu Xiaobei sighed, "Xiao Hong is also a poor child, growing up without a father, her mother raised the three siblings all by herself. She said her mother has never even been to a restaurant, so she wants to take her out and let her see the world."
Lu Zhanguo nodded his head, acknowledging the girl's sense of filial piety. She is not bad.
When they arrived at Huixiang Building, Xiao Hong and her group had already arrived. There were only two private rooms, they had been booked early, so they had to make do with the main hall, joining two square tables together to make room to sit down.
Xiao Hong's mother, in her fifties, was not talkative, but she always had a smile on her face. When she met Gu Xiaobei, she kept expressing gratitude, "Thanks to you, our Xiao Hong was able to get such a good job. She earns more than our neighbors who work as factory workers in state-owned factories. I'm really grateful."
