An Weiwei followed her aunt to Fang’s CEO office.
As soon as she entered, she saw the man sitting in the office chair with a cold deanor.
An Weiwei rembered Fang Yuhuan; they had just t yesterday, and the little cat she was fond of was supposedly raised by this man.
Thinking about that little creature with its clear, ink-purple eyes, An Weiwei’s heart started to stir.
If only she could get that little thing from Mr. Fang’s hands...
Fang Yuhuan also rembered An Weiwei.
Yesterday he saw this little girl, and if he hadn’t changed his mind at the last mont, she would now be Xueli’s owner.
Thinking of this, Fang Yuhuan felt a burst of relief.
Luckily, luckily, he felt compassion at that mont.
Just as Fang Yuen looked over, she saw Fang Yuhuan’s gaze fall on her little niece.
She felt a sense of pride; it seed this strategy was effective.
She introduced to Fang Yuhuan, "Yuhuan, this is my big brother’s daughter, Weiwei. Weiwei, aren’t you going to greet Uncle Fang?"
An Weiwei obligingly called out Uncle Fang.
Fang Yuhuan nodded indifferently, without any special reaction.
For so reason, as he looked at this adorable girl, he felt a sense of incongruity.
It seed that there was sothing in her eyes not belonging to a child of her age.
His indifferent reaction was beyond An Yuen’s expectations.
She had thought that Fang Yuhuan might be a bit more enthusiastic towards An Weiwei.
Could it be that her assumption was wrong? Fang Yuhuan doesn’t like children at all?
At this mont, An Weiwei spoke up: "Uncle Fang, I want to ask, how is the little kitten that got wet in the rain yesterday?"
Her tone was sincere, her expression worried, and there was no hint of pretension.
A girl as young as her can easily provoke a sense of compassion in one’s heart, not to ntion An Weiwei’s ntion of Gu Shengyin.
Fang Yuhuan’s mood improved a bit.
He said to An Weiwei, "Xueli is doing well."
Speaking of his pet seed to soften his expression visibly.
An Yuen didn’t quite understand what they were talking about, only seeing Fang Yuhuan’s deanor reinforced her belief in her decision.
It seed Fang Yuhuan actually liked Weiwei quite a bit, perhaps she could bring her niece over more often.
Gu Shengyin stayed in Fang Yuhuan’s pocket, listening to the conversation between Fang Yuhuan and An Weiwei.
Why did it seem like Fang Yuhuan had a great impression of An Weiwei?
She thought for a mont, understanding it: By appearance alone, who would guess An Weiwei was that type of person?
She thought she should give Fang Yuhuan a reminder.
Just then, Fang Yuen took the opportunity to invite them to have lunch together, and Fang Yuhuan began to think of an excuse to decline.
He felt the little creature in his pocket start to move vigorously.
She seed to want to crawl out.
Through the thin fabric, Fang Yuhuan gently patted Gu Shengyin, signaling her to be good.
But this ti Gu Shengyin wouldn’t cooperate.
Unable to crawl out, she simply opened her mouth and cried out.
"ow~" The soft cat’s cry was particularly noticeable in the quiet office.
Fang Yuhuan paused briefly, as An Yuen and An Weiwei looked at him with puzzled expressions.
Under their gazes, Fang Yuhuan calmly reached into his pocket on the desk and pulled out the restless little bundle of fur.
The palm-sized white fluff appeared in their view.
An Weiwei’s eyes instantly lit up.
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