Gu Weijing stepped out of the lobby.
Gu Tongxiang was still leaning against the car with a healthy complexion, engrossed in his smartphone.
"I'm going out for a while, I might be home late tonight."
Gu Weijing informed his grandfather.
"Go play by yourself. Grandpa has important business to discuss now, no time to care about you." Old Gu didn't even look up.
He was happily tapping away on his phone, with no time to worry about what his grandson was doing in the evening.
It seemed,
the old man probably didn't even hear clearly what Gu Weijing was saying.
Gu Weijing looked around, and without much effort, casually took Ah Wang, who was strolling in front of their gallery.
He headed towards the last light of dusk, strolling along the embankment of the Yangon River towards the main road.
"Do you like Grandpa Wu?"
Passing by Old Wu's antique shop, Gu Weijing scratched the soft flesh on Ah Wang's chin that had recently been bitten, and asked casually.
