Xia Xiao, Yang Xuehua, a group of people, and almost everyone from the production team came to see off Secretary Li and Ning Hui. Everybody felt a strong reluctance in their hearts. Secretary Li was a good leader, who worked alongside everyone without the delicateness and arrogance of city folk, and was very approachable. Over the years, everyone had grown fond of him.
"Xia Xiao, when it's time for you to give birth, I'll come back to see you," Ning Hui said, holding Xia Xiao's hand.
Xia Xiao nodded, replying okay.
Ning Hui chuckled, "Stop crying now."
"I'm not going to," Xia Xiao said, scrunching up her nose. She wasn't going to cry.
Ning Hui continued, "Take good care of Xuehua. Now that I'm here, it's just the two of you sisters. I hope you're both doing well."
Yang Xuehua smiled and said, "Enough, go on. Don't keep Secretary Li waiting. Take care of yourself too. When we're free, we'll come see you."
