"Uncle, please let Manager Huang keep your stuff in the office while we have our meal."
On the other side, Wang Xian smiled and spoke to the middle-aged man who was still in shock.
"Hey, son...thank you. You are a really nice person," the middle-aged man recovered and replied. His eyes were a little red from the incident.
"It's just a small matter. It's fate that brought us together." Wang Xian smiled at the middle-aged man. "Let's go and find a seat."
With regard to this simple middle-aged man, Wang Xian was fond of him.
He still remembered vividly that while living with his sister and grandmother, there was a middle-aged man called "Uncle Zhang" who took great care of them.
Uncle Zhang was a very nice guy and had been very caring towards him. He also had an honest smile at all times and was passionate about everyone around him.
During the harvesting season, Uncle Zhang would always help them, as he knew that Wang Xian's grandmother couldn't take the toll.
