Old Mrs. Song glared at Lian Xiang, who hastily shook her head. On the other side, before Old Mrs. Song could even glare, Song Mingbo was already waving his hands.
"My sister still needs to go to school, she won't be staying home farming, what's she doing on a supervision committee?"
Just now, dozens of people had gathered, many of whom had family members recruited by Zhilan Garment Factory.
No one took the murmuring seriously at first, but to their surprise, they actually discussed electing Little Nuan.
Even Chu Zizhou was stunned.
On the big blackboard, Song Yunuan had received the highest number of votes.
Old Mr. Gong smiled and said to Xia Xindong, "Little Nuan is quite popular in Erdao River Village, huh?"
Xia Xindong smiled, "Yeah, I noticed it the day I woke up. When the villagers saw me, they asked, 'You're Little Nuan's uncle, aren't you?' Later on, they didn't even ask my name, just started calling me 'Little Nuan's Uncle'..."
