After sending Zhao Lei to school, Zhang Yu rode her bike with Xiao Hong to her workplace.
Old Man Wang, leisurely lying on a deck chair and sipping tea, was surprised to see Zhang Yu, "Why are you here?"
Perhaps realizing how his words might be misinterpreted, he added, "I mean, you don't have to rush to work."
"Everything's been handled. We're just waiting for the machinery factory to come up with a solution."
"I have nothing to do at home. Looking at the familiar surroundings makes me think of Zhao Jun."
"The looks from the neighbors make me think of Zhao Jun," Zhang Yu said weakly after parking her bike.
Old Man Wang knew staying at home wasn't a solution for Zhang Yu either, "Going to work might be good for a change of mood."
Old Man Wang remembered what Zhang Yu had mentioned before, "You said the machinery factory still hasn't come up with a solution?"
