Hua Muyun was truly surprised when he received the gift, feeling a sense of familiarity and belonging he couldn't quite comprehend. He looked up and inquired with his eyes at Xiao Lin.
"Does Uncle Hua still like this gift?" Xiao Lin, intentionally speaking in a refined manner, wanted to burst into a laugh like Hua Qingyi, but he held back.
"If you let me lead this thing to the City Committee Building, I'd be on the front page the next day. Don't you think I've been in the limelight enough lately?" Hua Muyun rubbed the furry head. In the dim light, the gift's eyes gleamed like a wolf's, yet it leaned its head towards Hua Muyun's thigh so obediently that one might forget its fierce gaze.
"Why would Uncle Hua care about what those people think?" Xiao Lin took a bottle of whiskey from the shelf and poured it into an empty glass, handing it to Secretary Luo standing by: "Brother Luo, have a seat!"
