"Yo, good morning uncle, this is for you."
"Aunty, you're looking particularly radiant today, here's yours."
"Sis, that ring is gorgeous, must've been a gift from your beau, huh. Hey, I can just tell. When's the wedding? Remember to invite me, oh, and I'll ask Old Tan to bring a gift on my behalf."
Tan Yunlong was originally leaning back in his office chair with his feet up on the desk, dozing off when a familiar voice reached his ears.
Opening his eyes, he saw his son distributing breakfast while naturally chatting and picking up conversations with the office colleagues.
Tan Yunlong had always been aware of his son's extroverted and carefree personality, but the vibe being exhibited at the moment made the father feel somewhat alienated.
It seemed enthusiastic, yet carried a distance that didn't put people off. The colleagues' reactions were also interesting, not as casual as they would be with other colleagues' children, but rather reserved.
