The customer was a local who adored Sun Qiyan's craftsmanship and insisted Sun Qiyan deliver personally.
While he was busy, Shen Jing sneaked off to buy ice cream. When Sun Qiyan discovered her, she licked it with a look of aggrievement, "I don't want to throw it away; I want to eat it."
Perhaps it was because, these last few days, she had finally begun to speak to him more willingly; this was the most she had said to him at once.
Sun Qiyan was helpless. He didn't have the heart to scold her and even bought her another one.
This time, she had one in each hand.
"Wrap your coat tightly; we're heading back to the restaurant. It's cold outside, yet you're still craving ice cream. Who's going to manage you in the future?"
Zhuang Ming had driven for the Second Young Master of the Zhou Family for many years but rarely visited the old Jing'an district.
