The two looked at each other and the little girl spoke.
"Hello, Mr. Qian, I am your reader and I like your works very much."
Ye Jiaying approached him to make himself familiar with him, and then found an opportunity to persuade Mr. Qian to undergo a thorough examination.
"Hahaha, little girl, do you know me? How old are you?"
Mr. Qian marked the book in his hand and closed it. While talking to Ye Jiaying, he put the manuscripts together.
Ye Jiaying also went over to help.
The two started chatting with each other.
The affinity skills she used this morning came into play.
The more Mr. Qian talked, the more surprised he became. The girl was so young, but she had actually read all the works he had translated.
Including the first one he translated.
The opinions Ye Jiaying expressed were all told to her by her father.
Her father is a money-braggart who never hesitates to praise others.
Even though people in the 1980s were reserved in their expressions, Ye Jiaying had tried her best to be restrained in her compliments, and Mr. Qian was still made to laugh out loud by her praise.
"The little girl has a bright future." Old Qian praised with a smile.
"I'm telling the truth." Ye Jiaying also laughed, and then asked with a worried look, "Are you feeling well?"
Mr. Qian was in a good mood and waved his hand when he heard this.
"It's just a minor problem, it will be fine in two days."
"Then I'll come to see you again tomorrow." Ye Jiaying knew that Mr. Qian didn't take this illness seriously at all. She really had to go to her aunt's place first, and wait until she came early tomorrow to ask the doctor.
"Okay." Mr. Qian was a person who valued talent, and he felt that Ye Jiaying had a kind face and was very compatible with him, so he agreed.
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