Seeing that Han Ming remained silent, Dong Xiaolu was afraid that her boyfriend would get angry, so she went over and took Han Ming's hand, not daring to say anything more.

Afraid of upsetting her boyfriend again, she timidly looked at Han Ming's expression.

In fact, Han Ming didn't care at all whether Dong Xiaolu's words had any other meaning, because what she said was the same as what he thought.

It would be strange if antique production equipment could produce high-tech products.

So my dad's small factory could only do odd jobs for the big machinery factories in the county, and sometimes take on small machine processing tasks.

I heard a while ago that I got a big order from another region for water pump equipment worth several million yuan, which seems to be for export.

Of course, the target audience is definitely those countries at the bottom of the Third World.

Because of this, Han Ming's father regarded it as a crucial battle for the small factory's turnaround and attached great importance to it.

Not only did Liang Jianxing spend all his time in the workshop keeping an eye on things, but he also went to supervise from time to time.

Even with such a strong sense of responsibility, the gambling addict Ni Guohai still gambled it all away, and my father almost lost his life.

Han Ming was lost in thought and didn't notice that Dong Xiaolu had stopped talking until she grabbed his hand and brought him back to his senses.

Looking up, I saw Dong Xiaolu's delicate and beautiful face filled with expectation and hesitation.

Realizing that the girl thought he was angry because of her words, he thought again that she underestimated him. He thought, "I, Han Ming, am a man of honor, not so petty."

So he quickly smiled apologetically, squeezed Dong Xiaolu's hand tightly, and said some comforting words until Dong Xiaolu was sure he wasn't angry.

Han Ming felt ashamed. He wondered what he had done to deserve not only the girl's love but also her selfless help.

It's really unacceptable that people have to read your face when you speak.

Filled with remorse, his words were exceptionally gentle, the deeper the apology, the sweeter his words, making Dong Xiaolu laugh until her waist trembled.

After making a ruckus for a while, the two finally remembered the main purpose of their visit to the workshop.

After they stopped playing around, Han Ming told Dong Xiaolu the whole story of finding the mysterious box the night before.

She described clearly which window she was sitting at when she watched the meteor shower and where the box fell.

Not only did he talk about it, Han Ming also climbed up and down to demonstrate to Dong Xiaolu.

Dong Xiaolu listened as if she were hearing gibberish, but it was her boyfriend who told her, and she believed it, so she found it very appealing.

If it weren't for the need to maintain a ladylike image and the fact that she was wearing a skirt, Dong Xiaolu would have liked to climb up and sit on the bicycle frame to swing her legs, and then lean over the sunroof where Han Ming watched the meteor shower to experience it for herself.

Fortunately, Dong Xiaolu didn't do that, otherwise, the sight of a beautiful woman sitting by the skylight of an old workshop watching the scorching sun would be... well, hard to describe.

Han Ming racked his brains to make this experience seem mysterious, novel, and full of imagination.

I used all the adjectives I had used in my childhood essays, and seeing my girlfriend listening intently filled me with a sense of accomplishment.

At this moment, Han Ming, who was standing on the crane frame, pointed out to Dong Xiaolu below where the mysterious box had fallen.

Han Ming naturally took the box out of his bag and placed it where he had found it the night before, feeling that this made it feel more real.