Chiang Xiao said that just to make him accept it.
A half-can left, which doesn't sound like a gift, but rather like a casual exchange between friends.
But who knew this little girl would be so crafty, she actually took a new can and opened it.
Since he accepted it, surely he's brave enough to accept a little gift from her?
The phone rang.
Director Wei set the things aside and quickly went to answer it.
A voice with a hint of laughter came through the phone.
"Uncle, looks like you just got home?"
"Yes, that's right. You can tell I'm a bit out of breath?" Director Wei's usually expressionless face suddenly softened, even showing a smile.
"I can hear it. What's up? It's the middle of the day, and you went out to work without eating?"
Director Wei glanced at the clock on the corner wall, two o'clock.
Indeed, he hadn't eaten; he had forgotten.
"Did I guess right?" The man on the other end disapprovingly said: "Uncle, when you can eat on time..."
