Walking out from the General Union Courtyard, a few of them pulled their cotton-padded jackets tighter around themselves. As they exited the main gate, a brand new sedan was driving in.
The six also stopped to wave hello by the side of the road.
Everyone spontaneously thought of the encounter with Su Hai when they had come in, feeling a mischievous urge to laugh, but before the thought fully formed, the sedan stopped right in front of them.
The smiles on their six faces instantly froze, and their moods became even more tense as the car window slowly descended.
Especially for Sheng Ning, Wu Youli, and Zhang Hongmei, this glaring class divide made their inner aversion deeply uncomfortable.
Even Liu Yilan was slightly furrowing her brow.
Chen Huaying stood at the forefront, posture ramrod straight. She recognized the car—it belonged to the Chairman of the Provincial Rescue Center, Meng Xingzhi. Not just her, even her father and grandfather would have to be courteous.
