Ideals and reality are natural enemies; they ferociously vie for the right to speak, leaving humans caught in the middle tattered and bruised.
Factory Director Ji is currently being tugged back and forth by the two, one moment smiling, the next unable to muster a grin.
Lin Nianhe sipped his water watching Uncle Ji's swift change in expression. After five minutes, he grew tired of it.
"Cough cough, Uncle Ji, don't you want to say something?" Lin Nianhe gently coaxed.
Factory Director Ji's face was clouded with worry: "This, it's hard to say."
He did want to say something, but reality simply wouldn't allow it!
