Beijing.
In the Ning family's tea room.
Ning Yi pushed a cup of hot tea in front of Shi Wangyue and sighed, "It's been so many years since we last met, and in the blink of an eye, you've all grown so much."
Shi Wangyue adjusted the teacup, "Uncle, you haven't changed much from before."
Ning Yi waved his hand and smiled, "Hey, I've gotten old."
"Youyou often talks to me about your stories," Shi Wangyue replied respectfully, "and because of that, you've always been a senior that I greatly admire."
Ning Yi was already used to being praised, and theoretically, he wouldn't be thrilled by a few words from a junior.
But Shi Wangyue's words carried a different weight.
Not only did he praise him, but it also showed that his daughter was very satisfied with him since childhood.
This was what made him particularly joyful.
