Old Mrs. Song was right, Xia Guilan testified on the side.
Song Yunuan felt comfortable everywhere.
The feeling of home was just wonderful.
Little Asheng, knowing that Song Yunuan had gone to Beidu, tearfully accepted the gift Yingying had sent with her sister.
He wanted to say something but, after thinking it over, speaking out seemed unreasonable, yet keeping it in was uncomfortable.
In the end, he couldn't hold back and still voiced his grievances.
Song Yunuan readily agreed, next time she went to Beidu, she would definitely take him with her.
Asheng then broke into a smile through his tears.
Song Yunuan saw that Zhilan Garment Factory had started official production, with thirty workers each at a sewing machine, busily clacking away.
Inside and out, the courtyard was as clean as new.
As the first-generation factory building, it could last three years.
