CLICK.
Chen Yang lit a cigarette. This man before him shouldn't have to bear all this.
Soon, many people noticed Chen Yang's unfamiliar face, including Ning Kun.
All at once, the simple and honest man froze, his eyes shimmering with tears.
"B-Boss."
A moment later, Ning Kun dropped the tools in his hands and hurried over to Chen Yang, ready to salute.
Chen Yang waved his hand. "It's been a while."
Ning Kun gave a sheepish grin, scratching his head. He felt a bit awkward, unsure of what to say.
Chen Yang passed a cigarette over. "I heard you're getting married?"
"Not yet." Ning Kun took the cigarette, a tender expression crossing his resolute face. "We just settled the details a few days ago, but the wedding is soon."
"Boss, don't just stand out here. Come on, let's go to my house for a drink." Ning Kun finally snapped back to reality, but as he called Chen Yang over, his expression betrayed a hint of nervousness and unease.
"All right."
