After returning from the trade show, Ding Ding was run off his feet.
The bulk orders already in production needed to be loaded into containers, samples needed to be sent to new clients for development, and visiting clients needed to be properly entertained.
Ding Ding squeezed every minute he could out of his schedule, but he still could not pick Little Bai up and bring him home every day as he used to.
No matter how late he got home, there was always a little sun shining all alone at the entrance to Hongfang Street, rushing over to hug him when he got out of the car, his eyes shining too.
"Brother Ding!"
"I told you not to come out and wait for me." Ding Ding ached for him. "Aren't you afraid of the dark anymore, Little Bai?"
Bai Congming gave a small yawn, looked around to make sure no one was nearby, then leaned close to Ding Ding's ear with a chuckle.
"Little Bai's wearing Superman underwear. He's not afraid of anything now!"
"..."
It was just so late that sleepy Bai Congming swayed as he walked.
Like he was drunk, his mind all muddled.
Ding Ding was actually tired.
The bulk shipment had left the warehouse that night. The forklift operator had something to attend to at home, so Ding Ding had filled in for a while. After the man came back, he had helped carry a batch of fabric into the container to keep things on schedule.
Each bolt weighed twenty-five kilograms, and Ding Ding had made a dozen or so trips back and forth.
His body, now in its early thirties, really could not compare to how it used to be. That little bit of work had left him a complete mess. Afraid Little Bai would