"OK, I'll help her go through the entry formalities."

Nie Xiaoyu simply promised to come down. After all, he understood the boss's mind with the little secretary who had been with him for many years.

Chen Hansheng didn't see the color, nor did he have any deeper meaning, because he didn't even bother to inquire about his name. He just felt that the female college student, a certain action, or even a certain expression, was very similar to Shen Youchu, so he wanted to help her.

This feeling is like seeing an old man come up shakily on the bus. I can't help thinking of my grandparents and take the initiative to stand up and give up my seat.

Wang Zibo also understands this mentality. He sometimes sees people selling pickles on the street and always hopes that the business of the stall owner can be better, because his parents have sold pickles before.

"If you want to say little Chen Zha, he is really Zha, but it's sad to be affectionate."

Wang Zibo scratched his head and planned to chat with him tonight to see if there was anything he could do for him.

Returning to the dormitory apartment in the factory, Chen Hansheng detailed the situation in the United States. Wang Zibo listened silently, but Shen Youchu was still unavoidable. Therefore, the two always talked for a while. They smoked a lot, but they didn't sleep all night.