"Uncle, carry me." Tan Mo raised her head and opened her arms toward Wei Zhiqian, just as she had always done when she was little.
When she was a little girl, she would often extend her arms for Wei Zhiqian to carry her.
Tan Mo was now sitting while he was standing.
As the man looked at her from this higher angle, it was as if they'd gone back to when they were children.
Wei Zhiqian couldn't help but smile warmly at her because this reminded him of how she would ask him to carry her when they were young.
The rest of the team sighed to themselves.
Didn't you just say you were going to educate her? Like h*ll!
Wei Zhiqian leaned forward and lifted Tan Mo off the chair. Then he turned to everyone else, "We will take our leave now."
Everyone waved good-bye as they walked out the door.
It had been a long time since Wei Zhiqian had carried Tan Mo.
