Wei Jiaming met Mr. Jiang as soon as he got out of the car.
Both he and Mr. Jiang had a sleepless night, each with dark circles under their eyes. At first glance, they looked like a pair of pandas.
But neither of them could muster a smile.
Wei Jiaming nervously said, "Uncle, I brought breakfast for you, I, I'll take it up to Nannan."
"No need."
Mr. Jiang waved his hand: "Nannan's mom has already made breakfast."
He pointed to a small park in the community, "Let's go sit over there."
So, Wei Jiaming followed Mr. Jiang into the small park with the breakfast in hand.
In the chilly early morning of the northern new year period, the outside was freezing cold and the small park looked dry and barren, completely lacking the beauty of spring and summer.
However, both of them were not in the mood to admire the scenery.
Mr. Jiang sat down on a wooden bench, and Wei Jiaming hurriedly sat down next to him, taking out a box of hot soy milk: "Uncle, have some to warm up."
