Xiao Qilin couldn't help but laugh, and the fatigue on his face for many days disappeared.
"Yes, it's my daughter."
"Oh, it's my daughter, Si Yun, who was missing for over ten years and was finally found. This is the first time she called me, hehe..."
Hearing the name, the hand that was spinning the pen easily paused.
A flash of anticipation passed through the young man's eyes, and he lowered his eyes to hide his unspeakable emotions, with more bitterness sliding through his throat.
"Really? Uncle Xiao, you and your beloved daughter have been reunited after a long time, and I'm really sorry to bother you with help here."
Xiao Qilin looked up at the tall and straight man in a suit and tie in front of him. His youthful appearance was just like his old friend.
But his face was pale and sickly, he didn't like to smile, and he looked gloomy and full of sorrow.
He and his daughter can still be together, but the child has lost both parents forever.
He was also brutally murdered by his own uncle, and after only a few days of recuperation, he forced himself to come to the company to take charge of the situation despite his illness.
It's really hard for him, no one would be able to laugh.
So I tried to comfort him:
"Don't say that, nephew. Your parents and I are old friends. This little favor is nothing. The main thing depends on you."
"What's the matter? Don't hide it. Tell me. You are only a year or two older than my daughter. I treat you like my own child."
“Well, thank you, Uncle Xiao.”
The young man finally smiled faintly, and Xiao Qilin was also very relieved.
"You're still young, take your time. My eldest son had just joined the company when he was your age... Let's not talk about that anymore, let's get back to this document..."
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