Long after, Lin Nianhe asked Li Dahe why he always felt that trouble followed him whenever he went out.
Li Dahe didn't pay her any mind and even gave her a kick.
A very, very long time later, it was only when Lin Nianhe felt that her little ancestor would inevitably cause trouble every time he left the house that she finally noticed, with hindsight, the redness in her eyes.
"Uncle Team Leader..."
The next day, Lin Nianhe got up early, drank a cup of black coffee, and went to find Li Dahe.
"Did you drink herbal medicine?" Li Dahe asked, confused, looking at her.
"No." Lin Nianhe shook her head blankly.
"Then why do you reek of herbal medicine?"
"That's, well, hard to explain."
Lin Nianhe pulled at the corner of her mouth, sat down on the small stool next to Li Dahe, and detailed the factory business to him.
"Sss..."
Hearing about the fifty thousand yuan security deposit, Li Dahe sucked in a breath of cold air, as if his teeth ached.
