"Yicheng, how are you?"
Ling Dong noticed Pei Yicheng's unusual silence.
"I'm fine," Pei Yicheng answered, changing the subject, "Ling Dong, help me move the stuff down."
"Uncle Xu, Auntie Xu, you've taken me in and allowed me to make money, so I've bought some gifts. Please don't dismiss them," Pei Yicheng said, departing from his usual brevity.
What Du Chang brought were some pastries, liquor, and the like.
Pei Yicheng brought leather shoes.
A pair for each person, six boxes of shoes were arrayed in the living room, looking like a shoe seller's display.
"I know someone who opened a leather shoe factory, and the shoes he sells are not only of particularly good quality but also reasonably priced," Pei Yicheng said earnestly, with a humble posture, looking exactly like a junior offering a modest gift.
