"Learned from doing farm work since childhood," Su Ming brushed the dust off his hands.

The two continued walking forward. Yang Tian walked with one leg bare, seemingly at ease, her high heels clicking on the ground.

After a few more minutes, they finally arrived at Building F.

It was a three-story old factory building, with weathered walls and iron bars on the windows. The main door on the first floor was open, filled with various cardboard boxes and shelves, and several workers in blue overalls were unloading goods.