"Chef Zhao! I just realized you're quite the gossip... what's the rush, eager to give me wedding gifts? Don't worry, I'll have to be behind you no matter what..."
Zhao Meng gently tapped Fu Yu's head with a slap: "You brat, I'm asking you something here, and you're making stories about me. Let me tell you..."
Before he could finish, Zhao Meng's phone rang. He took a look at it and, unable to continue the banter with Fu Yu, quickly said, "We'll talk tonight!"
Saying that, he strode quickly toward the corridor corner while answering the phone.
Zhao Meng has been quite busy lately. Ever since he established a relationship with Dai Li, he moved in directly.
He usually helps take care of Bao'Er and also Dai Li's mother at home.
The elderly lady gets along well with Zhao Meng. For anything, she'd prefer to talk to him first.
When a call came at this time, Zhao Meng couldn't help but feel a bit anxious.
