Bamboo Weaving Factory.
Outside the factory director's office.
Three groups of people.
One group was Jiang Cheng and his two companions, with the bamboo weaving factory director standing in the middle. On the other side were the director's parents.
A few colleagues stood around, wanting to help but feeling helpless.
The old lady with graying hair, who was also the director's biological mother, was hunched over and weeping uncontrollably, listing her hardships.
"Oh, my eldest... You were not healthy since childhood, and I stayed up countless nights caring for you. I worked and cooked while carrying you, never daring to take my eyes off you."
"If it weren't for you, would my back have bent this early!"
"You wanted to eat fish, and in the dead of winter, I fished in the icy waters, and my hands blistered every winter because of it."
"All these years, I couldn't bear to eat even one egg. I scrimped and saved all for you!"
