This little incident did nothing to dampen their spirits.
After dinner, Ding Ding took Bai Congming for a stroll down the street, bought some snacks, and carried them back to the car.
Gouzai, who had been shut inside the car, was frantic. The moment the door opened, he jumped down and circled the two of them.
Ding Ding had bought an all-meat sausage and pinched off little pieces to feed him.
"See? Your daddy still remembered you!"
Hearing that, Bai Congming tilted his head and asked, "Daddy?"
"I'm Daddy," Ding Ding said with a laugh. "You're Dad!"
Bai Congming vaguely felt something was off, but he couldn't figure out what would be right, so he said, "Oh," and leaned back in the passenger seat to sip his roasted pear drink.
The freshly roasted pear was piping hot, but through the thick paper cup, it felt only warm in his hands.
In the bustling distance, vendors called out, passersby exclaimed, and children laughed and played. Every sound reached his ears.
Bai Congming looked around. The parking lot had plenty of open space, yet not a single bougainvillea had been planted.
After feeding Gouzai, Ding Ding looked up to find a downcast face.
"What's wrong?"
Bai Congming said nothing. He forced a smile and shook his head at Ding Ding, then held out his roasted pear drink.
"Have some, Brother Ding! Sweet!"
Ding Ding took a sip from the cup in his hand. It really was sweet.
Reading people was a basic skill for a businessman, especially with someone like Bai Congming, whose every feeling was written on his face.
People with pure, kind hearts generally didn't have many worries. Ding Ding thought for a moment, then took a little pouch out of his pocket.
"Open it and have a look?"
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