The table still held exquisite tea snacks, English muffins paired with rich black tea, the silverware twinkling in the sunlight.
Chen Cheng paced to the window, looked out, and saw the bustling cityscape, with endless streams of cars and people.
Su Liya tiptoed over and embraced him from behind, resting her head affectionately against his back, and softly asked, "Uncle, what are you thinking about?"
Chen Cheng took her hand and caressed her slender fingers, "Thinking about what kinds of cunning plans are hiding in that little head of yours."
Su Liya giggled, "But they are all for you, Uncle."
The two of them stood there quietly for a while before Chen Cheng turned around, took her hand, and led her to sit down by the sofa.
Su Liya quickly grabbed a muffin and held it to Chen Cheng's lips, "Ah~"
Chen Cheng took a bite, "It tastes alright."
"Then have some water~"
Chen Cheng held her hand, "Are you sure?"
