The next morning, after the two of them freshened up, "By the way, how's Xiao Jiang doing?"
"She's doing great. Here, take a look at this, it's a photo of them." Wei Kaiyun's tone had a hint of pride.
Old Yang looked at it and said, "Wow, this young girl is really spirited. Xiao Wei, I really envy you."
"If you're envious, just find one yourself."
Old Yang shook his head with a smile, "I don't want to cause trouble for anyone. Even you don't have the guts to openly acknowledge their identity, right?"
"No, I'm just sneaking around as if it's something shameful."
"You're doing the right thing, openly, and yet you can't come out in the open, let alone me. Forget it, I'll just love your daughter and son from afar."
Wei Kaiyun saw Old Yang off before heading to work. Life carried on as usual, but Wei Kaiyun became much more cautious, delegating many tasks to Ding Mingqiang.
The textile factory dormitory matter won the support of all the workers.
