Just half a month ago, she had taken a trip to a mall in Sea City. She saw televisions for sale in the third-floor appliance section, and they cost a good one or two thousand yuan.
Even if she didn't eat or drink, it would take her several years to afford one.
But Wen Ci's family actually had a television.
The living rooms in the family compound apartments were so small that once you put in a table, there was barely any space left. Yet Wen Ci's home somehow had room for a television. Zhu Jing was so preoccupied with this thought she couldn't even focus on eating her meal.
"Wen Ci, who on earth is your husband?"
After her shift at the cafeteria, she thought it over carefully. If Wen Ci's husband wasn't Xue Li, then he must hold an even higher rank.
As the self-proclaimed 'intelligence' director of the family compound, she had never heard a peep about any high-ranking leaders getting married.
