Zhao Liying wasn't the type to engage in meaningless chatter; on the contrary, she was always very sincere in her speech.
It might not have sounded so pleasant, but it was definitely her genuine thoughts.
Chen Pingsheng poured her a cup of tea, "My youngest daughter turns one on the 28th, and I was hoping you'd stay in Capital City for a while."
"Look, Chen,"
Zhao Liying took a golden bracelet out of her bag, excitedly saying, "I had this made in advance for Little Xinyi, it even has a horse on it."
Xinyi was born in 2014, which indeed was the year of the horse.
"You're thoughtful."
Chen Pingsheng smiled and said, "Since you're so busy, I'll have Yanxi join you for dinner tonight, and we need to discuss two other matters."
"What's it about, Chen?"
"Bobo Milk Tea,"
