Just then, the doorbell rang.

Liu Meijuan jumped up to open the door.

"dad!"

Director Liu walked in wearing a crisp Zhongshan suit. Although he was over fifty years old, he was in good spirits and stood up straight.

He was also carrying a briefcase and a net bag, which contained several bottles of wine and fruit.

"Little Su, you look great."

Director Liu smiled and handed the items to his daughter.

Su Mingde quickly stood up, but Director Liu pressed him back onto the sofa.

"Sit down, your leg injury is more important."

Liu Meijuan went to the kitchen to prepare tea. Director Liu sat opposite Su Mingde and took out a document from his briefcase.

"Take a look at this."

Su Mingde took the document, which was an "Inspection Report on Comrade Su Mingde's Appointment as Deputy Section Chief," and it already had several red stamps on it.

"This...so fast?"

Su Mingde's hands were trembling slightly.

"The normal procedure takes a month."

Director Liu lowered his voice.

"But I've contacted an old comrade-in-arms, and we should have the paperwork done next week. Your leg injury won't affect your work; you can work from home for now."

Su Mingde swallowed.

"Uncle Liu, I...I really don't know how to thank you enough..."

"We're family, so let's not speak like strangers."

Director Liu patted him on the shoulder.

“I only have one daughter, Meijuan. Treating her well is more important than anything else. Now that you've separated from the family, you're part of the Liu family.”

Liu Meijuan walked over carrying a tea tray, a shy smile on her face.

Su Mingde looked at her, and a surge of warmth welled up in his heart.

What makes him worthy of such a wife and father-in-law?

Nine o'clock in the evening.

Director Liu got up to take his leave.

Su Mingde wanted to give it to him, but he politely declined.