"I'm in the factory every day and barely get any sunlight," Zhao Youwei looked at his arms. It wasn't just Tang Zhengde who said that; everyone who saw him said the same.
Zhao Youwei felt helpless. Being a grown man and naturally not dark-skinned, he had now grown noticeably paler, yet he was no pretty boy.
"Second Brother, did Zheng Yue ask you to bring anything for me?" Zhao Youwei had been here for half a year, and apart from occasionally calling Tang Zheng Yue, there hadn't been much contact.
Each month, Zhao Youwei would send a large portion of his earnings back home, keeping a small portion with him for expenses.
"Yes." Tang Zhengde said and immediately handed over some items, mostly food.
Tang Zhengde said, "Zheng Yue mentioned that when Xiao Yue gets married, they would come to Jing City."
