"Yicheng, how are you?"
Ling Dong noticed that Pei Yicheng was uncharacteristically silent.
"I'm fine," Pei Yicheng replied, then changed the subject: "Ling Dong, help me carry the stuff down."
"Uncle Xu, Aunt Xu, you let me earn money along with you, so I've bought some gifts too. Please don't mind," Pei Yicheng was much more talkative than usual.
Du Chang brought things like snacks and wine.
Pei Yicheng brought leather shoes.
One pair of leather shoes for each person—six shoe boxes laid out in the living room, making the place look like a shoe store.
"Someone I know runs a leather shoe factory. The quality of the shoes there is great and the price is reasonable," Pei Yicheng's expression was sincere, and his attitude was especially humble—like a junior simply offering a small token.
