Uncle Li listened and nodded solemnly, "No problem, I will arrange it."
As Bo Tingshen was about to hang up the phone, he turned to see Ye Xian biting fiercely into a lemon he held in his hands, and before Bo Tingshen could stop him, Ye Xian spat it out from the sour taste, wrinkling his little face and reaching to scratch his throat as if trying to dig out everything he just ate.
He suddenly burst into laughter.
On the other end, Uncle Li, hearing Bo Tingshen's laughter, nearly dropped his phone in shock.
Had he heard wrong? The master was... laughing? And so happily at that? It was vastly different from the rare business smiles he showed.
"Why is this strawberry so sour..."
Ye Xian complained with a grimacing face, looking wronged at the lemon that fell to the ground, constantly spitting into the trash can.
"Send another plate of strawberries to room 410."
Uncle Li: "Okay."
