On the last Saturday of September, Yang Zhigang went straight to the factory, driving all the way to the employee dormitory.
Wang Miaomiao noticed that the factory dormitory was separated from the factory itself by a tall wall with an electric fence on top.
The dormitory was a separate area with rows of red brick houses, neat and orderly, with a total of ten buildings.
Yang Zhigang stopped the car, pointing to the one in front and the one next to it, "These two buildings have large rooms. Let's go... it's on the second floor."
Wang Miaomiao looked at the box Wang Jia Bao was holding and asked in confusion, "Is it that good? Taking it back and forth to and from school, don't you find it troublesome?" Inside the box was that tank he cherished so much. But no matter how much he liked it, wasn't this too much...
"What do you know? This time I'll leave it at home and collect it." He had shown it off enough and would keep it for himself to admire.
