The fiercely independent An Ning walked out of the cafeteria, looking left and right for the way.
"Comrade An, the guesthouse is this way. I'll take you there."
Secretary Song had followed her out. It was the first time the factory director had ever shooed him out.
This spoke volumes about An Ning's status.
"Is it hard to find?"
"Not at all. Just walk about a mile this way, and you'll see it."
After speaking, Secretary Song was about to lead the way, but An Ning refused. "I can go by myself. Thank you."
"I can't let you do that!"
Secretary Song jogged a few steps forward and was just about to speak when a figure emerged from the shadows.
"An Ning."
A low male voice, the brim of a cap pulled down low, hands in his pockets, and a tall, straight posture.
Secretary Song was about to step forward, but An Ning had already responded to the person.
"Is he back?"
"No."
