The next day, as Ding Anguo entered the office, he distinctly felt a different atmosphere. It was a bit odd, because Huang Xiaobao actually took the initiative to greet him and handed over a package wrapped in oil paper.
"I bought some fried dough sticks this morning, they're still warm, you should have some." Huang Xiaobao said with a smile.
Today, Huang Xiaobao's hair seemed shinier, and he dressed exceptionally flashy, wearing a large floral silk shirt, black trousers, and polished leather shoes, perfectly coordinated.
Of course, his attitude was even more surprising, warm and friendly.
"Do you have some happy event happening?" Ding Anguo didn't decline Huang Xiaobao's kindness since he noticed everyone else in the office was eating the fried dough sticks too. Refusing would make him seem like an outlier, which wasn't good.
