"Uncle Ye, are you out here getting some fresh air in the cold wind?" Zhang Guoqing ran over playfully.
Old Ye saw him coming, immediately put on a stern face, and glared at him. But when Zhang Guoqing joked around, he couldn't keep a straight face and scolded him with a smile, "You little brat, you still remember to look for Uncle Ye? I heard you were looking for me the other day, but when I didn't see you, I came out to check."
"I knew you were thinking about me. I happened to be in the office the other day, didn't see you, so I asked around. Are you okay these days? How's Auntie?"
Old Ye shook his head and, unable to respond in time, noticed the pile of work clothes in Zhang Guoqing's hand, immediately frowned and said, "You haven't taken up a job at the office, have you? Come in and let's talk."
