In the early morning of the Rolling Mill, the air still carried a hint of chill.
Su Changshun pushed his bicycle with Li Xiaomei seated on the back as they entered the factory gates. Li Xiaomei looked at her husband, who wore such a sleepy expression that he seemed capable of dozing off against the handlebars at any moment.
Unable to help herself, she patted him on the shoulder again. "Brighten up! Today is the Art and Literature Section's very first day hanging its sign, and here you are, the section chief, leading the way by nodding off. What does that look like?"
Chapter 85