At this point, Shen Feihong said resentfully, "If you want Comrade Yulan to lead a good life, you can't depend on anyone else! Look at that Zhang Yi, he can't even handle his own mess and has involved Comrade Yulan! Even if I had asked Brother Lao Zheng to punish the gossiping women in the textile factory, it's too late to undo the damage."
"You need to be sincere. I know hardly anything about you, how am I supposed to vouch for you?" Feng Qingxue presented her own point of view, "Also, your reputation isn't exactly good. The Zhou family would rather marry Yulan off to a rural area, than even consider a man like you."
Who is Shen Feihong? The head of the local hooligans.
Even though he gets by, dignified people don't see him as a decent man.
Pulling a pensive hand through his hair, Shen Feihong's face fell, "Then what should I do? Big sister, you must help me. I don't feel like depending on anyone right now, I fear that Comrade Yulan will be treated unfairly once Married."