"Is that the Uncle Gen who is in his fifties, still not married, and has no children?" Tang Mingli thought Uncle Gen was quite suitable, Uncle Gen was always smiling, but agile, and he had good relationships with people in the village.
Tang Mingli curiously asked, "Xiao Yue, how did you think of him?"
Tang Mingli looked Tang Yue up and down, as if he was seeing her for the first time.
Tang Yue cleared her throat and said, "It just suddenly came to mind. I thought of everyone in the village and felt that Uncle Gen was the most suitable. He has no family at home, living in the village and living in the factory makes no difference to him."
Tang Yue didn't dare to tell the truth. Actually, in her previous life, when her father Tang Zhengde died, Uncle Tang ignored the issues, Granny Tang was sick, and there was no money at home, Uncle Gen was the one who had helped them out. At that time, her mother pulled her along to kowtow to Uncle Gen, and she was very reluctant.
