"This is? A job opportunity? At the milk powder factory?" Niu Yingying's eyes widened. Because she and Wang Yongsheng were classmates, both with junior high diplomas, understanding a job offer wasn't a problem, was it?
"Yes! So, wait for me to earn money and come back to marry you!" Wang Yongsheng didn't want to wait until he actually made money to come over; he was afraid of an accident, afraid that Yingying would be forced to marry someone else, and then it would be too late for him.
Therefore, he wanted to quickly reassure Yingying's parents, letting them know he had a promising future. For a village girl, marrying a city worker was indeed a glorious thing.
This way, they wouldn't pressure Yingying to marry anyone else.
