The women were moved by her spirit of silent, humble dedication, and their applause was thunderous.
Xia Zhaoyun felt a little awkward listening to them. 'I only said all that because I want to move out!'
'As for children... I've had more than enough hardship in my own life. Do I really need another burden?'
'I've seen biological children fail to care for their own parents. How could a stepparent-stepchild relationship possibly be reliable?'
'As long as I can get through this, move out... I can figure out the rest later.'
"How about this, Mr. Xia," the head of the Women's Federation said, making a decision. "You head back for now. A few of us will report the situation to the leadership. Once we've figured out a solution, we'll come find you. Rest assured, we will absolutely not let a martyr's family member—one who holds the factory and the organization so dear—be left out in the cold."
