"No problem."
"How should I address your mother?" Jiang Ye suddenly thought of a question.
"Call her Aunt." Zhao Qingli rolled her eyes at him. "What else would you want to call her?"
Jiang Ye coughed and smiled, "I meant, should I address her by her job title?"
"No need, just call her Aunt directly."
"Alright."
...
Time passed.
A few hours later.
Jiang Ye and Zhao Qingli had returned to An City and had bought gifts at a nearby mall.
2 PM.
The two appeared in the center of An City, at the base of a high-rise building a hundred meters tall.
"This is where my mother works," Zhao Qingli introduced.
"This is the first time I've been here," Jiang Ye remarked as he looked up at the hundred-meter building in front of him.
This skyscraper is the only hundred-meter building in An City.
It is also the iconic landmark of the entire city.
As a child, Jiang Ye often dreamed of working here when he grew up.
