"Little Shushu—!" Sun Nanjue was so excited that he spread his arms and went in for a hug with Ye Shu.
"Get the hell away from me!" Ou Linlin pushed Sun Nanjue away with one shove, and he stumbled, tumbling into a trash collection bin nearby, struggling half a day without being able to climb out.
Ye Shu laughed and said, "Director Sun, I haven't seen you in three years. How come you've changed so much!"
"Have I?" Sun Nanjue finally climbed out of the trash bin, touched his hair, tugged on his shirt, and sucked in his belly with effort, saying, "I think I'm still more or less the same!"
"Yes, you are still the same vain as before!" Ou Linlin gave Sun Nanjue a cold glance and said, "What are you spacing out for?"
Sun Nanjue immediately grinned and said, "Understood, wifey. Today, I, the director, will cook. I'll prepare a full Manchu-Han Imperial Feast for you, but first, I'll let An Zhe know."
