Soon, the court case involving Wang Qingqing was finally set to be tried.
When Yan Ye's father called him, Yan Ye was buried in a pile of documents.
He was quite busy with affairs at the company.
After picking up the phone, Yan Ye put it on speaker.
"What's going on?"
"Miaomiao is getting her vaccination tomorrow." Yan Ye's father called, but it wasn't really about this.
"Sure, I'll take her tomorrow." Yan Ye said this because every time Miaomiao got a vaccination, her crying was so loud it could shake the heavens and move the spirits.
The experienced nurses would often be scared by her.
Yan Ye wanted to accompany her.
"No need, I'll take her for the vaccination tomorrow, but you need to do something else for me." Yan Ye's father was being so indirect that Yan Ye could already imagine whatever it was would be something he didn't want to do.
"I'm very busy." Yan Ye started looking for excuses.
