"Supervisor Lin, I'm here with the delivery." Seeing a woman in her thirties come out of the workshop, Yue Qin hurriedly grabbed the two bags and rushed over.
"Let me." Zhao Degang lunged forward, forcefully snatched the burlap sack, grinned at the woman, "Sis-in-law, hehe..."
"Gangzi, it's you, oh, you're pretty capable now." Supervisor Lin teased with a smile as she looked at Yue Qin, "Qinzi, you sure have some face."
Yue Qin hurriedly tried to explain: "I... I don't know him."
"Oh..." Supervisor Lin drew out the sound meaningfully.
Yue Qin's face flushed all the way to her ears. Saying she didn't know him when he'd come over to help her drag the sack—wasn't that just making it look even more suspicious?
"I... he..."
"Gangzi's House and our place used to be neighbors. Later we moved into the factory compound, so we've been a bit farther apart, but the two families still kept in close touch.
