"Uncle, please let Manager Huang keep your stuff in the office while we have our meal."
On the other side, Wang Xian smiled and spoke to the middle-aged man who was still in shock.
"Hey, son...thank you. You are a really nice person," the middle-aged man recovered and replied. His eyes were a little red from the incident.
"It's just a small matter. It's fate that brought us together." Wang Xian smiled at the middle-aged man. "Let's go and find a seat."
With regard to this simple middle-aged man, Wang Xian was fond of him.
He still remembered vividly that while living with his sister and grandmother, there was a middle-aged man called "Uncle Zhang" who took great care of them.
Uncle Zhang was a very nice guy and had been very caring towards him. He also had an honest smile at all times and was passionate about everyone around him.
