As dawn broke, two pieces of news had already set the small city of Pingjiang abuzz, becoming the hot topic even among the elders doing their morning exercises.
Tang Wan had no mood to refresh the news, but her best friend sent her a screenshot. "Tang Xiaowan, Uncle Tang really has a unique way of handling things—so dashing! Such a pity I wasn't born 20 years earlier or else..."
"What, you want to be my stepmom?" Tang Wan chuckled lightly. "No matter how many years earlier you were born, you wouldn't stand a chance, my dad doesn't like your type."
"Can't I have a secret crush?"
"As long as you're happy."
...
On Jiang Jinsang's end, he also received a call from home. Stepping out of the Hospital room, he stood in a deserted spot at the end of the hallway. "Bro—"
"Mr. Tang is quite a tough nut to crack, isn't he?" His tone was so coldly neutral it was hard to discern any emotion, but being childhood friends, Jiang Jinsang could still sense a hint of schadenfreude.