At noon, Zhang Caixia returned. She had taken a leave, otherwise she wouldn't have been able to make it.
Yang Hongming's family of five also came over. Yang Hongming's wife was very curious about Zhang Fusheng's wife. She just hadn't had the courage to visit.
When she saw Zhao Yanping, she thought to herself, Zhang Fusheng indeed has good taste. No wonder he wasn't interested in her own sister.
There's really no comparison. Her sister can't compare at all. Not even in age or looks.
Moreover, watching her work so efficiently, Zhang Fusheng really has good fortune.
The children gathered to play together. Hai Yan was the youngest, but she quietly sat beside Zhang Xinhua.
Yang Hongming and his wife chatted with Mrs. Zhang.
"Aunt, you can rest assured about Fusheng now."
"Indeed? I hoped someone could accompany him. At my age, how many more years do I have left to live?
If I'm gone, what will he do? Now that he has someone with him, I feel at ease."
