Yuanyuan heard Da Yang's heartfelt words and felt incredibly moved.
She thought about how she would treat Da Yang well in the future, making sure he receives far more than the pension he could ever get.
At night, Yuanyuan pondered on what she should do in the future; with the year 1969 approaching, any plans would face restrictions.
Forget it, she already had four people around her. Adding one more wouldn't matter.
After they left, Zhang Chunsheng paced in the office, quickening his steps, then suddenly swept everything off his desk onto the floor.
But it still couldn't extinguish the fire in his heart, and he picked up a chair, slamming it hard against the table.
Zhou Cong, outside, heard the noise inside but dared not enter.
He already knew what had happened earlier.
Zhou Cong was also very dissatisfied in his heart, yet he knew Zhang Chunsheng had no other choice.
So he left Zhang Chunsheng inside to vent his anger.
