Inside the open iron doors was a complete set of machinery.
"It's exactly what you think it is. Our new car needs this kind of equipment, so we built it."
Wang Hua couldn't bear to look away from the equipment, but her words were as blunt as ever. "You have a way of saying things that makes me want to punch you... but I like it!"
"Push me inside!"
"Quick, quick! I love this kind of straight talk!"
Sun Xiaomei had a helpless expression on her face, but her eyes were full of love for her mother. She placed her hands on the wheelchair, and Wang Hua finally went inside.
Once inside, Wang Hua gazed at the machinery with utter fascination. It was a love like that of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl, meeting for their once-a-year reunion.
To Wang Hua, the machine before her was far more endearing than her own child's father.
Wang Hua held out a hand, looked at An Ning, and asked, "May I...?"
"Of course. Please, feel free to look around."
