"Young people in love, it's truly enviable." Polly Sutton returned to the table and sat down, expressing with genuine admiration.
"She's your older schoolmate," Grace Yates reminded.
Polly shook her head, "I've grown old, worn out by Victor Parker."
Grace chuckled softly, indeed, marrying a man like Victor Parker means even normal lovers' quarrels don't exist. Whereas others argue over trivial matters, if they were to argue, it would probably be about missiles and nuclear weapons.
Polly opened the latest data chart sent by Grace, observing the data of the rock structures below, she found the load-bearing capacity was much better than she had anticipated, which was good news for them.
"Indeed, places chosen as air-raid shelters are treasures." After finishing, Polly basically had an idea.
"Still following the Eagle Isle model?" Grace asked.
