When I woke up, I put on the most famous "shabby shoes" in the steel factory.
The boss's son and the workshop director all wanted to take advantage of me, and all the female workers in the factory pointed fingers at me.
I kicked the gangster and slapped the report letter on the factory director's desk, preparing to become a single female worker who was not easy to mess with.
The engineer who was always reading in the corner stopped me: "Pretend to be a virgin and I'll help you stay out of trouble."
I agreed and agreed not to interfere with each other, just acting.
It wasn't until the list of national support for border construction came down that his name was on it, and I got pregnant unexpectedly.
At the sound of the farewell whistle, he pressed against the car door with red eyes: "Don't even think about running away with my child."
