After finishing our shift last night, we all went to a restaurant for dinner. Li Lei drank some alcohol and then drove everyone to the brigade.

"Uncle, I don't think we can gamble with our lives, don't you think?" Wang Peng said with a smile.

"You brat, are you trying to lecture me?" Li Keyong laughed. "Don't worry, I'm more professional than you, and I know more about the dangers of drunk driving."

"Okay, no drunk driving, and no riding in a drunk driver's car." Wang Peng was finally relieved.

As far as I can remember, it wasn't until 2000 that the country began to crack down on drunk driving and other illegal behaviors.

The two chatted for a few more minutes before Wang Peng returned to the stationery factory.

The staff have already prepared the goods.

Wang Peng checked the goods according to the list, handed over the payment to the staff, and drove the car outside the warehouse.

Ten minutes later, Li Mingzhu suddenly appeared at the door.

She carried a backpack and a drawing board, waving to Wang Peng from afar, "Brother Peng."

Li Mingzhu put her backpack and drawing board on the motorcycle. "My parents agreed and allowed me to go to the Yellow River to sketch."

"I don't believe it." Wang Peng glared at her.

How could parents let their teenage daughter go to her boyfriend's house alone?

Wang Peng shook his head. "There's a phone in the factory manager's office. I need to call your home."

“Okay, but they went to my grandma’s house, they’re not home right now,” Li Mingzhu said. “I came by bus.”

Wang Peng was both amused and exasperated, certain that the girl was lying.

I looked at my watch; it was already three in the afternoon.

"Get in the car, I'll call your family tonight," Wang Peng said.

"Great!" Li Mingzhu quickly climbed onto the motorcycle.