Song Song turned her head and met the man's deep eyes, an abyss without bottom. She chuckled twice, "Uncle, are you going to work now?"
"Yes."
The man's voice remained cold.
Song Song was unsure what to do, "Uncle, about last night..."
"This is your new phone," the man suddenly interrupted.
At this moment, Song Song saw the man holding a phone that seemed unavailable on the market, at least she had never seen it, though she might be uninformed.
She reached out to take it, feeling it incredibly light in her hand, yet the screen size was just right, and the design was simple and elegant, extremely beautiful, especially suitable for young girls.
Xiao Jinghuai looked at her shining little face, his gaze slightly deepened, "My contact information is inside, call me if you need something."
"Okay."
Song Song nodded with a smile, her bright eyes full of gratitude, "Uncle, thank you!"
