Su Li was startled, feeling a pang in her heart. Tuanzi, as expected, was a child with a sensitive and nuanced mind, seeming to have sensed something despite the distance across time and space.
Su Li felt conflicted lately. Reason made her agree with Feng Huaijin's words, but emotion urged her not to break off contact with Tuanzi.
This directly resulted in... neglecting both father and son.
Feng Huaijin kept his head down, just working overtime to earn money. Tuanzi couldn't hold back and asked.
Su Li took a deep breath and obediently sent a voice message over: "Mr. Qi, today is Friday and there's a holiday. Can I treat you to dinner?"
It was as if the icy meeting room was suddenly warmed by the sun, the frost turning into waves.
A group of high-level executives seated on their sore bottoms glanced at the man at the head of the table playing with a jet-black pen, and heard Feng Huaijin say calmly: "Off work."
