"What do you mean by guessing correctly? Guessing right without even knowing it!"
"Didn't you guess?"
"..."
"Mengmeng, this is Dad's research result."
Liang Xiaojun hurriedly pulled Han Xiangmeng away, who never considered Friend Han an expert in meteorology, and quickly changed the topic: "San'er, President Zhang left you breakfast. Hurry to the canteen to eat, or it'll get cold."
His father-in-law had been doing weather forecasting for decades, and it was hard for him to get it right once, especially critical during flood prevention and fighting. His feelings must be very complex.
Getting the prediction right indicated that as the former chief forecaster of the Binjiang Meteorological Bureau, he still had his edge.
But the result of the prediction wasn't something everyone wanted to see, as everyone prefers the good news over bad news.
Han Yu realized, quickly stood up: "Dad, your eyes are so red. Didn't you rest well at night?"
