Lin Xi was still slumped on the little round table writing his apology, while Duan Shen went on a video call with his employees. In the middle of the call when everyone else was talking, Duan Shen got up to get a glass of water in the living room. The computer’s camera pointed at the bookshelf so that everyone on the call got an eyeful of it.
When Duan Shen came back, one of the department heads turned around and pointed at the bookshelf in surprise, “Mr. Duan, where are your books?”
Duan Shen’s eyelids lifted. “For now they’re in the storage room.”
The corners of the man’s mouth twitched. “Aren’t those all out of print originals from the book market? You’re spoiling your son a little too much, aren’t you?”
A sliver of shock passed over Duan Shen’s face, “My child?”
“We all heard it last time.” The guy grinned slyly, “Do all those figurines belong to your son?”
Duan Shen didn’t confirm or deny, but turned to look at Lin Xi, who was still in the middle of writing his apology. His eyebrows were fixed in a frown that hardened his face.
Lin Xi was pushing at the cap of the fountain pen with his mouth. His eyes, however, had been pointed in the direction of the desk, showing a great deal of interest in the man and his employees’ conversation. He hadn’t expected Duan Shen to turn back suddenly, and quickly dropped the fountain pen, making an apologetic, remorseful face.
Even so, he didn’t manage to avoid a scolding, “Sit straight. What are you doing, making faces like that!”
Lin Xi huffed, hunching over to place his chin directly on the table. Taking advantage of being in the blind spot of the camera, he turned his face towards Duan Shen, lips twitching into a smile, and then shouted at the top of his lungs, “Dad, I want to eat cherries!”
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