Just cooking some instant noodles, Jiang Xinyu was too tired and hungry to make homemade ones.
Forty minutes later, the two were having dinner, sitting in the yard, enjoying the cool breeze.
"Jiang Xinyu, do you know what happened?"
"I don't know? What's going on? Is it serious?"
"You could say that. But it has nothing to do with you."
Qian Jun stopped there and didn't intend to continue.
He had three big bowls of noodles and then left.
Jiang Xinyu was a bit puzzled. It wasn't a factory issue, so it was a personal matter? It's been a while since she's contacted Wei Kaiyun.
Jiang Xinyu felt uneasy, checked the time, and pushed the cart to the factory.
She went into the office and dialed Wei Kaiyun's number.
"Hello, Wei Kaiyun."
"It's me, you sound down."
"Where are you calling from?"
"My office."
"Why so late?"
"Went to a meeting today. The fundraising issue was resolved today. When I returned, our factory manager seemed off, thought I'd call you."
