Chapter 115 - This Must Be What It's Like To Have A Little Sister (3)

Some people were passive, others were proactive. And Lang Jinzhi was the type who’d proactively do the best at work. He had more responsibilities than most and was also able to complete them better than most people. That was the reason why he had moved up so quickly.

But it would also be fine should he decide to be more selective about work and lightened up his workload.

As they were chatting, they had already walked to the end of the stone path and got close to the main living room.

When Zhong Yuhuan looked up, she saw a middle-aged man standing underneath the eaves. The middle-aged man was clothed in a Zhongshan style coat, the hair above his temples were white, but he looked kind. Not too old, perhaps around 50 or so, not yet reached his retirement age. He stood there quietly, listening to their conversation.

When Zhong Yuhuan got closer, the middle-aged man asked, “This is the daughter of Second Young Miss Ding?” His tone was tender and kind.

Lang Jinzhi nodded and said, “Yes.”

Zhong Yuhuan wasn’t sure how to address the man.

She figured he must be Lang Jinzhi’s father, but should she refer to him as Uncle? It has been a long while since the divorce.

“C’mon in first,” said Father Lang as he turned and walked into the living room.

Zhong Yuhuan tugged on Lang Jinzhi’s sleeve, “What should I call him?”

Lang Jinzhi looked down at her fingers that were white like onions and said in a low voice, “Just call him what’s appropriate.”

“Uncle?”

“Yes.”

Lang Jinzhi thought to himself this must be what it was like to have a little sister.

She would give him beautiful smiles and tug gently at his sleeves.

After they entered the living room, Zhong Yuhuan immediately smiled and greeted Father Lang once again.

When Father Lang heard “Uncle”, he had a peculiar look on him for a quick instant but finally didn’t comment on it. He had Zhong Yuhuan sit down first and the servant brought over tea shortly thereafter, in the lidded kind of tea cup.

“There aren’t many in the house right now. It will be just the three of us having dinner together,” said Father Lang.

Zhong Yuhuan nodded obediently.

“When do you plan on going home?” asked Father Lang.

Lang Jinzhi replied for her and said, “Perhaps after a little while. With what was going on at the Zhong’s, Mrs. Xu wouldn’t want her back right now.”

Having heard that, Father Lang frowned quickly, but didn’t comment on what kind of a person Zhong Chi was. It was probably because he wasn’t the type of person who gossip about others behind their backs.

The servant was just about to take Zhong Yuhuan’s luggage to the guest bedroom when Zhong Yuhuan suddenly said, “Oh, yeah, I have brought a gift for Uncle.”

Zhong Yuhuan stood up, walked over, and bent down to produce a large gift box from a big bag. The gift box was nicely decorated. She handed it over to Father Lang with both hands. Father Lang quickly took it from her, smiled and said, “You shouldn’t have.”

It didn’t need to be anything fancy, but whether they have brought something with them made a difference.

Especially for someone of their statuses.

It was always necessary to prepare gifts.

And, in fact, it wasn’t anything very fancy.

After all, she was never that close with the Lang’s before and haven’t been interacting with each other on a regular basis. Had she brought with her something overly expensive, that would actually appear that she had other agendas.

Lang Jinzhi stared at the large gift box for a few seconds.

Suddenly, he realized how his grandfather must have felt that first time they all had dinner together at Yue Lan Mansion when Zhong Yuhuan gave him a gift after she had given one to their grandfather.