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My President: Ai'Gun, how are you?
Gun: I'm fine.
My President: Then did you already eat your breakfast and take your medicine?
Gun: Yes.
My President: Then Gun, do you want to watch the aquarium show this afternoon?
Gun: I'm sorry, Tinn, but I'm still not feeling okay. I can't go with you.
My President: Okay. Then take a rest first, Gun. Call me if there's a problem.
Gun: Okay.
"Silly child... Our food shop is still doing well. It's not like our shop has fallen down. What's with the sad face?" Gun's mom jokingly teased her son, who was looking at his phone with a sad expression.
"Ma krub... If you have the chance to know everything but you're afraid of what you might discover... Do you still want to know it?" Gun asked, still focused on his phone.
"If you have the chance to know, why not," Gun's mom replied, shrugging.
Gun turned off his phone and closed his eyes, deep in thought.
"MAAAAAA."
"PORRRRRRR."
Gun opened his eyes and saw his parents hugging each other.
"Por krub... You've arrived," Gun said, smiling as he approached his father, who opened his arms for a hug.
"Yahh... Look at you... You've grown taller since the last time I saw you in person," Gun's dad said, ruffling Gun's hair.
"Por... I was only in grade 10 back then. Now, I'm in grade 12," Gun half-complained.
"Right... Right... and you have a boyfriend now... You've really grown up. Oh, by the way, I have a visitor coming this afternoon. He's the best manager in our hotel, and he'll be staying with us for two days. Ma has prepared our vacant room," Gun's dad informed.
"Okay, Por... Gun, you'll prepare the guest's food while I clean the room," Gun's mom added.
"Krub, Ma."
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"Ah... Sir, welcome to my house. My wife is just finishing cleaning the room you'll be using," Gun's dad welcomed the manager.
"Mr. Wongwitthaya... Thank you for your effort, but it's okay for your family that I will stay here," the manager replied.
"It's nothing, sir... It's okay for them. Please take a seat, sir... Gun, son, please bring the food here," Gun's dad instructed, calling out to Gun in the kitchen.
"No need, Mr. Wongwitthaya... This is too much," the manager declined.
"It's okay, sir... My son's cooking skills are also good, so you can enjoy the food," Gun's dad said proudly.
"Por... This is the food you—" Before Gun could finish his sentence, the manager his dad had been talking about suddenly stood up and looked at him in shock.
"Li Ming?"
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Golden Ring
Fanfiction"Heart, please... look at me." "Li... Liming." "Please, don't speak anymore." "I... love you." ....... "No." In the dark room, a boy who was supposed to be sleeping peacefully suddenly woke up, breathing heavily, almost gasping. "That... dream again...
