The little girl blinked, failing to grasp such profound words, "…Gift?"
"Yes, it's for you. It's a gift that can be exchanged for many beautiful dolls. Remember not to lose it, okay?" Ming Ge said with a smile, "Goodbye, Xiao'ai~"
…
Ming Ge, holding onto Gong Yeyan's arm, pulled him away from the stall.
It was then that they leisurely walked among the crowd.
"I never would have thought that President Gong could be such a caring person!" Ming Ge gestured with her fingers, "About this thick a stack of hundred yuan bills, there must be over a thousand, right?"
Caring?
Gong Yeyan didn't confirm nor deny the statement.
As a businessman, in the capitalist world of fame and profit, that was the most superfluous emotion.
