Qin Mian saw the jealousy in Chu Tianheng's eyes. Many people wanted the position of base chief, but they also knew that they were not up to it. Only Qin Mian was competent enough for this position, so they couldn't snatch it.
"Since all of you think so highly of me, I naturally shouldn't let you guys down." Qin Mian was calm, no joy or anger on his face as he continued to rub the head of the little ball in his arms.
Chu Tianheng's mouth twitched slightly, complaining to himself, 'Can't this person be humbler? He's so shameless.'
But he didn't dare to speak up, merely laughing awkwardly. He saw the chubby ball in Qin Mian's arms and complimented him, "Aiyoyo, is this your grandson? He's so adorable."
The moment he said that, his mind was stuck with a thought.
'Wait, where did Qin Mian get this grandson from?'