Dongguan Bella

Wu Siying walked out of the pile of oil, her face gradually became clearer, like a flaming rose. She was only wearing a sports vest, her shoulders were bare, and her lower body was the work pants that Chun Lai cherished. At this moment, they were stained by black motor oil and turned into a freehand ink painting. She stretched out her hand to Li Qianhui: "Hello, aunt!" "Who is this girl?" "A little girl, help me make some designs." "What little girl?" Wu Siying scolded angrily, but politely extended her hand to Li Qianhui: "I am the chief designer, call me Xiao Wu." Chu Li saw her like a mechanical elf, shuttling between machine tools, steel ingots, wires, and drill floors.