Wen Suihan ordered a kids' meal for Nian Nian and found a secluded corner to sit down.
He never ate these fried foods.
He sat beside, looking down at the messages from his company subordinates on his phone.
With his long, slender fingers, he tapped lightly on the hidden keyboard of his phone. In less than half a minute, he had easily solved a tricky work issue.
His attention was focused on his phone, and he didn't notice a family of three walking past him.
Two adults with a child.
"Sui Sui, fried chicken is not healthy; you can't eat it."
A woman's gentle voice sounded, warning the child she brought along.
The child brushed past Wen Suihan as they walked by.
Since it was so crowded here, the child's small shoulder just brushed against Wen Suihan's knee.
Wen Suihan didn't look up, pulling in his long legs even more, continuing to handle work.
Zuo Zhixiao and his family of three passed through here without stopping.
