Arriving outside Wang Pan's room, Qian Cangyi knocked on the door.
"Come in." Wang Pan's voice echoed from within the room.
Qian Cangyi opened the door and entered to find Wang Pan carefully putting away a photograph.
"Uncle Wang, why did you ask for me?" Qian Cangyi got straight to the point, without beating around any bush.
"First, close the door." Wang Pan sighed.
After closing the door, Qian Cangyi approached Wang Pan and asked, "Uncle Wang, you seem like you have something important to tell me?"
"Chang Shuo, how do you see me as a person?" Wang Pan's voice trembled slightly.
Hearing this question, Qian Cangyi did not immediately respond, but crossed his arms and pondered for two seconds. Then, he asked, "Uncle Wang, do you want the truth or the polite version?"
Since Wang Pan had asked such a representative question, it was only fitting for him to respond in kind.
Qian Cangyi thought to himself.
"The truth." Wang Pan's voice was firm and resolute.
