Qian Lin hummed a tune as he arrived at Qian Liang's office door, where he hesitated for a long time before beginning to muster up emotion.
It must be said that some people are naturally gifted.
And Qian Lin's acting should be rated at about seven or eight stars.
Within less than a minute, Qian Lin's emotions had completed a journey from triumphant to jubilant to indifferent and then to a sigh of despair and crying...
That's the feeling, should be fine now, he thought as he knocked on the door.
"Come in!"
The authoritative voice came through, and Qian Lin sniffled a few times, trying hard to make his eyes look more moist.
Then he pushed the door open and entered.
"Uncle..."
Qian Lin felt that his facial expression deserved a perfect score.
Qian Liang was taken aback as he saw Qian Lin entering with a face that suggested his world had ended.
Seeing Qian Lin's state, Qian Liang didn't feel the slightest pity; instead, he felt like bursting out in laughter.