in a tea house in beijing.
fu yu and huaisheng were still discussing the meeting with the parents, mainly about the gift.
" actually, my mom is fine. she can send some nourishing tonics to her, but my dad is more troublesome ... " fu yu's eyes fell on huaisheng's fingers, which were pouring water and making tea.
he was used to doing hard work since he was a child, so his fingers were not slender, but the joints were distinct and strong, which had a different kind of beauty.
"what do you like, uncle?"
" i don't think he likes anything other than computers. besides, he doesn't like laptops. he likes to assemble them himself. are you going to carry a car full of computer parts to my house? " fu yu scoffed.
"every year on his birthday or father's day, i'll be worried to death."
" he's the kind of person who says no, but his eyes are fixed on you. actually, my dad is quite a sullen person. "
