At last, there was something that eased the awkwardness and discomfort for both of them. Jun Moyan held the little one by the floor-to-ceiling window to look at the view; the little one cooperated and looked seriously, pointing out interesting buildings and billboards for Jun Moyan to see together.
After nearly half an hour, the assistant returned with a pile of picture books and a bag of snacks.
The little one knew Jun Moyan had work to do, so he sensibly went to the sofa to look at the books by himself.
Seeing the little one quite enjoyed the picture books and snacks, Jun Moyan felt relieved, no longer afraid he would be bored, and could focus on his tasks.
Actually, the little one didn't like picture books at all, nor did he care for snacks. Initially, he pretended to be very interested, but it wasn't long before he became distracted and couldn't concentrate.
He looked at Jun Moyan working at the desk, the picture book in his hand had not been flipped for a long time.
