Li Mengjiao walked over and smiled at Li Mingzhu.

"We should head back to Ping'an County." She glanced at her watch. "It'll be dark soon, and visibility is poor when driving at night."

Wang Peng glanced at his watch, then turned back and gestured to Li Mingzhu as if writing a letter. "I'm leaving now, goodbye."

"Okay." Li Mingzhu waved her hand. "Goodbye, Wang."

She watched the two leave the playground, and couldn't help but roll her eyes.

"That girl was so arrogant and hostile towards me. She must like Wang Peng."

Thinking of this, she chuckled, "Next time I write, I'll ask Wang Peng what his relationship with her is."

The Santana was parked on the road outside the school.

Wang Peng started his car and, instead of saying goodbye to Chen Qingshu, went straight back to Ping'an County.

Four o'clock in the afternoon, at the provincial capital's steel rolling mill.

Chen Yinghao was still the only one in the workshop; everyone else had long since run away.

"Old Chen," Dong Shiheng said with a smile, "Have you finished your work?"

"Just this little bit more, we'll finish it soon." Chen Yinghao pointed to the steel plate on the ground.

Dong Shiheng glanced at it briefly and smiled, "Well done. In our factory, your fitter skills are the best."

Hearing this made him feel good, and Chen Yinghao scratched his head.

Dong Shiheng patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile, "Go back and rest after you're done. The factory won't treat you badly."

"Director Dong," Chen Yinghao hurriedly called out to him, and asked timidly, "If I may ask, why did you assign us so much work? The work you assigned to them is already very good."

"Haha," Dong Shiheng said, "because this batch of work is delicate, and only your craftsmanship can satisfy me."