"Yes, it's really not easy for Xiao Wei either."
Since Jiang Xinyu was present, the conversation at the table remained quite civilized.
The table where they sat had the only female comrade, which was quite intriguing to the Gao Ruyun's family table.
When Gao Ruyun came to propose a toast, her elder brother Gao Xiang couldn't help but ask, "Xiao Yun, who is that female comrade at the table?"
Gao Ruyun knew that her brother was already twenty-five and still hadn't found a wife. Now, he was stuck in a situation where neither high nor low prospects worked out.
In other words, he wouldn't consider someone who wasn't a formal employee, didn't look good, or came from a poor family.
The Gao Family's conditions were still okay, but Gao Xiang looked average, was average in height, and worked by piece rates at the cement factory, so truly qualified girls would never fancy Gao Xiang.
"She's the Vice Factory Director of the textile factory."
