The spoiled little girl in his memory has grown up so quickly, it was beyond his expectations.
Betty smiled and shook the other's hand, "Grandpa Derr, you're too kind. I've arranged the hotel for you, and the assistant will take you there. Once I finish my work here, I'll come and see you."
"Alright."
Derr smiled, and Betty called the assistant to send him to the hotel.
Back in the meeting room, she picked up the documents and materials Abel had prepared for her from the table, held them in her arms, and her eyes fell on Abel, who was still leaning in his chair. She thought for a moment and eventually walked past his side.
"Those documents... were they sent by you?"
Abel turned his face, smiling brightly at her.
"Touched, aren't you?"
Betty rolled her eyes, paused, and then pressed her lips together.
"Thanks a lot!"
