The secretary delivered the dinner to the office and left quickly.
Xiao Sheng sat on the long table, supported himself with one hand, looked at Gong Shiheng and said, "Hurry up and eat."
Gong Shiheng looked away from her, "You don't want to eat?"
"I've been eating all afternoon." She picked up a piece of dried fruit and threw it into her mouth. "If I weren't afraid that you would starve to death, I wouldn't have asked anyone to call you."
She said, jumped off the table and landed easily.
"By the way, your mother brought me here."
Gong Shiheng had expected this. He opened his sleeves, pulled out a chair and sat down at the end of the long table.
"I know."
Xiao Sheng knocked on the table.
He looked up at her and saw her putting her hands in her pockets and spinning around.
"Your mother bought me the clothes."
Her tone was brisk and a bit showy.
Gong Shiheng curled his lips and looked her up and down carefully, "It suits you very well."
Xiao Sheng snapped his fingers, walked to him, and walked around twice.
"Hey, your mother is so good. The more I think about it, the more I regret it. I should have known I wouldn't have bitten you."
She was pacing back and forth behind him, with a strong sense of presence. Gong Shiheng had been busy all day, and suddenly his whole body relaxed. Her voice could be heard in his ears, but he didn't feel any noise.
"It's not too late now, you still have a chance to call her mom," he said.
Xiao Sheng stopped and figured out what he meant. She cleared her throat and said, "Ang..."
Gong Shiheng pulled out the chair next to him and said, "Sit down first."
Xiao Sheng responded, walked over, pulled out a chair, and sat down carelessly.
She sat on his right hand side, very close, and could clearly capture every detail of his meal.
Lowering his head, he saw his slightly rolled up cuffs, revealing his wrists. The veins spread from the back of his hands until they were hidden deep in his wrist bones.
Holding chopsticks with such a hand is as advanced as holding a pen.
"What's wrong?" Noticing her gaze, he turned his face and glanced at her.
Xiao Sheng subconsciously looked back and shrugged, "It's nothing."
She stretched out her finger and scratched her cheek out of boredom, "Your mother..."
Tsk.
Just this topic.
Her mind raced quickly and she remembered, "By the way, your mother and your father seem to have some stories, right?"
Gong Shiheng raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at her twice, "Who said that?"
"Isn't it spread by many people?" she asked back.
Gong Shiheng lowered his head to take a sip of the soup and nodded slightly, "It's a bit of a story."
Xiao Sheng pulled the chair closer and said, "Tell me."
Gong Shiheng lowered his head and saw the girl's legs sticking to his trousers. She didn't seem to notice at all, and they were quite tight.
His expression paused slightly and he moved away quietly.
"Speak." Xiao Sheng urged.
He responded, "Where do you mean it?"
"Meet?"
Gong Shiheng: "My father is a painter, and my mother is a volunteer teacher in the west."
Xiao Sheng was confused, "Your father is a painter?"
She pointed to the top and joked: "This company is made by your father from selling paintings?"
Gong Shiheng tilted his head and chuckled helplessly.
"Of course not."
Xiao Sheng supported his chin with one hand and kicked his leather shoes with his foot, "How did that come about?"
Gong Shiheng put down his chopsticks, leaned back, thought for a while, and organized his words.
The story background of most versions of the rumors in the Imperial City is correct. The palace father did not like doing business at that time and only loved drawing boards. He was obviously the only son who was specially trained in the family, but he never got involved in company affairs.
When he was in his twenties, the old man couldn't bear it anymore and planned to take measures.