It wasn't until Jiang Changhai came back at noon that she nervously recounted Elder Yu's words to him.
After listening, Jiang Changhai also fell into deep thought, but he wasn't as worried as Su Wanyu.
"Wife, you don't need to worry. Not many people know that Mianmian has made a color TV. Our small county is poor and remote; spies and saboteurs would target big cities, not a small place like ours. You can rest assured," Jiang Changhai reassured her.
"Really? Brother Hai? Mianmian won't be in danger?" Su Wanyu still asked anxiously.
"No dangers, you can trust me on that. Besides, Mianmian is not even ten years old. Even if you went out now and told strangers that your nine-year-old daughter has made a color TV, no one would believe you. They'd think we were bragging, so don't worry," Jiang Changhai said, giving examples to convince her.
Thinking it over, Su Wanyu felt there was some truth to his words. Had it not been her own daughter, she wouldn't have believed it either.
