Transmigrated in the 90's as a Little Dumpling (MTL) ✓

CHAPTER 72

From the cat's eyes, Song Qiaoxi saw a young man in uniform standing outside the door. This young man was the assistant who followed Mr. Chu in the afternoon. Mr. Chu called him Mingzhe.

If he was just standing outside the door, Song Qiaoxi would open the door.

The reason why she didn't dare to open the door was that the floor in front of the house was full of things, and at a glance, it should be a variety of gifts.

Where has she seen such battles?

The current development of the situation has exceeded Song Qiaoxi's control as a twelve-year-old child. In this case, please ask mom and dad to come forward...

Father Song put down his chopsticks, took out a tissue to wipe his mouth, walked quickly to Song Qiaoxi, took her shoulders and looked at the cat's eyes, and asked suspiciously: "Daughter, do you know this person?"

"I saw it in the afternoon, but his dog was lost. No, it was his master's dog. Chu Jin and I were sent to Building 8. His master's name is Chu Youhe."

Song Qiaoxi said honestly that she had already told her parents about this at the dinner table.

"His grandfather's dog?"

Father Song didn't listen carefully when he was eating just now. His daughter was too able to talk, her little mouth kept going, and the second monk was confused at the moment.

Song Jianguo opened the door and asked the visitors politely, "Hello, are you the grandson of Mr. Chu Youhe?"

Mingzhe was a little bit dumbfounded. He tried his best to keep his demeanor. He smiled awkwardly and said: "Hello, Mr. Song, I am Mr. Chu Youhe's assistant."

Father Song pulled her head back into the room and glanced at her daughter. Song Qiaoxi shrugged and whispered: "Dad, I said it was his father, but you have misunderstood it. It is Lord Bayi's father, not mother's father's grandfather. ....."

"Master Bayi, my stupid girl, Jie. After so many years, we are now in a new society, and there is no longer a master of the old society."

Song Jianguo laughed angrily, muttered to her in a low voice, and nodded Song Qiaoxi's head before turning back apologetically.

Seeing this, Qiao Qin put down his chopsticks and went to the door to see what was going on.

Assistant Mingzhe smiled with a good temper, and said politely: "That's right, Mr. Song, take the liberty to interrupt. Mr. Chu lives on the 16th floor of Building No. 8 opposite, and you are neighbors. Your two children found this afternoon. Mr. Chu’s pet dog was sent back. Mr. Chu prepared a thank-you gift for the children in the afternoon, and the children confiscated it. I made a special trip to visit here to express my gratitude."

"I trouble you to pass this letter to your girl. These gifts are Mr. Chu’s little heart. They are not expensive gifts. They are extracurricular classics suitable for teenagers. Some snacks and fruits. Thank you children. Good deeds."

"Finally, I want to ask for your consent, because your girl likes Mr. Chu's dog very much. The letter is the schedule of Mr. Chu's dog walking. If the child is free, he can walk the dog in the garden with Mr. Chu."

Mingzhe clearly explained the process of what happened in the afternoon, handed the letter in his hand to Song Jianguo, bowed slightly and bowed his head in salute, turned and left.

There was no time for Father Song to react. When he looked at the beautifully packaged gifts, books, fruits, and snacks, and wanted to call Mr. Chu's assistant, people had already taken the elevator down.