'What's the point of chatting about sappy stuff with that old man?' Shen Weimin abruptly excused himself and left. If he stayed any longer, that old fox would just try to sound him out again.
Just a couple of days ago, his father had made a special trip back to their hometown to tell him that the old fox had quietly arranged a transfer to the transport team to subtly curry favor. He'd been probing to see if Weimin's eldest maternal uncle had called recently.
'This is the downside of people knowing each other too well.' Given the friendship between Principal Zhao and his father-in-law, things really didn't need to be this complicated.
Some things are better left unsaid, understood without being spelled out. Why did he have to dig for the truth, and why did he insist on trying to verify it through him?
"Your eldest maternal uncle must be quite the character, huh?"
'Indeed.'
'She hit the nail right on the head.'
'She'd called it.'
