Feng Jiao watched as the boss was enveloped in a hug in front of her.
The boss had always been the kind to not like physical touch, but here he was, smiling at this old man. Feng Jiao wondered what sort of beast the man in front of her would have to be, to make the boss acknowledge and appreciate him enough to let him hug him.
The boss had let Feng Jiao hug him when she was younger, but she had always been a little too emo to let herself ask him. When she got older, the boss would get annoyed when she would come at him with a hug.
Understandably so.
Feng Jiao would only reach out to hug him after she had pulled some sort of nonsensical prank on him. There was never a time where the boss wasn't put in trouble before her hugs.