With a furrowed brow, Hu Xiaodong glanced back at Tang Xiaoquan, appearing quite cautious. He didn't hurry to respond but quietly took a drag from the cigarette in his hand.
The glow of the cigarette flickered subtly, just like Hu Xiaodong's thoughts at the moment, rising and falling, fluctuating unpredictably.
Gradually, his bright eyes became increasingly dazed, as if he had once again returned to that thrilling morning.
"That day~, as usual, I went to the shop early in the morning. Probably because it was the weekend, after a short while several groups of customers came in, including Tiger and his mother."
"Normally, I hardly pay attention to the looks and personalities of customers coming and going, but Tiger left a strong impression on me that day."
"This little guy was not only cute but also incredibly polite. From the moment he entered the store, he called everyone 'uncle' and 'auntie,' without any typical childish pampering."
