On the twenty-seventh of the twelfth lunar month, the transformer factory went on holiday.
"I have something to say to you." As Gu Lingling was packing her things after work to leave, she was stopped by Tang Wei.
Gu Lingling was a little puzzled.
Hadn't she made it obvious enough?
During this period, she had deliberately been distancing herself from Tang Wei, thinking that with his intelligence, he should have felt it.
Even Liu Zhi, who was usually quite carefree, was curious about why she was overly polite to Tang Wei.
"There's something I need to say," Tang Wei said and walked out first.
Silly kid.
Gu Lingling silently glared at him from behind, "Let's just say it here."
Tang Wei turned around and looked at her, "Are you sure?"
He had been holding it in for many days. If he didn't say it now, he feared he wouldn't get another chance.
