After showing off that he had an outstanding great-niece, Lin Bingqiang then headed towards the office.
Upon arriving at the office.
Seeing him so happy, a curious colleague asked, "Lin, did you win the lottery today?"
You must know that Lin Bingqiang was usually a very serious person, but today he was smiling so brilliantly.
Clearly, this was not normal.
Lin Bingqiang looked at his colleague, "Old Zhu, look at my new shirt."
Old Zhu's gaze fell on Lin Bingqiang's shirt, and he squinted, saying, "Your shirt seems a bit small."
"Small? What's small? It's not small at all, it fits perfectly!" Lin Bingqiang said, sticking out his chest.
Old Zhu's eyes widened.
The buttons on the front were about to burst, and it's not small?
This man seemed a bit off today.
Lin Bingqiang continued, "This was specially bought for me by my great-niece. I said no, but she insisted on getting it for me!"