"What do you guys do?" Meng Shuyan asked curiously.
"We do so many things! You know we run, don't you?" Fang Tongzhou continued to entice him. "We run while carrying big rocks—one lap, two laps, three laps... lap after lap... lap after lap... We also shoot targets—one arrow after another... one arrow after another..."
Fang Tongzhou thought, "What can a three-year-old understand anyway? First, I'll coax him into my arms, then sneak in a little pat."
But before he could even bring up the idea of a hug, Meng Shuyan grinned and said, "You must be able to run around the world, Uncle Fang! You're amazing!"
Suddenly being praised—especially by his superior's son—felt as sweet as honey to Fang Tongzhou.
"Anyone working with my dad must be this amazing, so dad must be even better. Dad, let's run around the world twice!" Meng Shuyan held up two fingers in a victory pose.
What? Wait a second—why does this comment feel a bit off? Fang Tongzhou felt both pained and elated.
