The old lady nodded in agreement. With her slow pace, she was afraid that by the time she got there, everyone would have already left work, so she indulged herself and took the bus to the textile factory.
Jiang Xinyu was momentarily stunned when she received the call. An old lady was there to see her? She thought to herself, she didn't know any old ladies.
Still, she decided to go out and have a look. Song Qingqing, worried about her, followed her out.
Mrs. Zhao saw two young girls come out. Not knowing which one was Jiang Xinyu, she trembled over to them and asked, "Which one of you is Vice Factory Director Jiang?"
"Old lady, that's me."
"Vice Factory Director Jiang, please come with me to the hospital. My son was beaten up last night, and when he woke up, he asked me to bring you over."
"Auntie, I don't know you," Jiang Xinyu said, frowning. What was going on?
