Even though he didn't know what happened, Tan Wenbin instinctively finished a set of actions out of habit.
Tan Yunlong was dumbfounded as he listened on the other end of the microphone.
Now during meetings, the leaders' speeches are never filled with official jargon like his son's.
However, after his son finished speaking, Tan Yunlong also responded.
In the manner of giving a formal and staged interview from the past.
In short, after hanging up the phone, both father and son felt a bit sick.
"Brother Xiao Yuan, I'm coming back soon."
"Brother Bin, don't rush, come back after you've had dinner."
"Understood."
Tan Wenbin hung up the phone, picked up a piece of apple with a toothpick and put it in his mouth, while his pen kept moving over the book.
This feeling, why does it seem so familiar?
"Could it be that Brother Xiao Yuan is digging the canal again?"
...
Li Zhiyuan put down his mobile phone and said to Zhao Yi, "The first canal has already been dug."
