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Whenever Lin Gantang saw something suitable, she bought it for her family members, thinking of her dad’s vigor, she specially chose a set of stylish and handsome casual sportswear for him.

Lin Gantang remembered the first pair of cufflinks she gave to Wen Yanqing, which he kept in his safe and was reluctant to use, so now that he had returned to normal work and had to wear formal attire, she decided to have several more pairs custom-made for him.

In the store, she described the styles and patterns she wanted and paid a deposit to have them made and delivered to her home.

After shopping till they were tired, they found a teashop for afternoon tea and a bit of rest.

Lin Gantang put down her things and went to the washroom. When she turned on the tap to wash her hands, someone else came out and stood at the sink next to her.

Lin Gantang glanced over and, by coincidence, it was Xiao Ling, who had come out with Wen Rendong today.

Xiao Ling didn’t recognize her at first and just thought the person next to her was pretty and kept sneaking glances. Then she gradually remembered and her expression instantly became one of embarrassment and shame. She lowered her head as if she didn’t know her, quickly washed her hands, and left.

Lin Gantang came out of the washroom and looked around the shop, not seeing Wen Rendong. However, she saw a man standing next to Jiang Tongtong, who was waiting for her at their table.

The man looked to be about twenty-three or twenty-four, had a tear mole at the corner of his eye, and was dressed very fashionably. His face bore a bright smile that made him look sunny and vibrant.

Jiang Tongtong was awkwardly trying to deal with him.

By the time Lin Gantang arrived, the man had already put away his phone. Seeing Lin Gantang, he revealed a flash of amazement, but just smiled politely at her and then said to Jiang Tongtong, “It was nice meeting you, we’ll keep in touch.”

After the man left, Lin Gantang couldn’t help asking with curiosity, “Who is he?”

“I don’t know him,” Jiang Tongtong rubbed her reddened ears. “I was waiting for you when he suddenly came over asking for my contact details.”

“Oh wow, someone hit on you,” Lin Gantang laughed heartily, which made Jiang Tongtong’s face turn even redder.

“I told him I’m married. Why did he still insist on asking for my number?” Jiang Tongtong didn’t quite understand.

“Has no one ever hit on you before?”

Jiang Tongtong shook her head. “I just look like this; who would come up to talk to me?”

Although Jiang Tongtong wasn’t drop-dead gorgeous, she was in no way less appealing than others. Her gentle nature made it easy for people to feel relaxed and close to her. Dressed up as she was today, she was quite beautiful.

It’s just that she didn’t realize it herself, believing she was just ordinary.

“Did you give him your number?” Lin Gantang looked at her phone.

Jiang Tongtong nodded, feeling troubled. “Shall I delete him now?”

She lacked experience and was thin-skinned, unsure how to refuse, and ended up adding him on WeChat because she didn’t know what else to do.

Lin Gantang pointed to the man at the far end and said cheerfully, “He hasn’t left yet. You don’t think he will come back and ask again if you delete him now? Let’s eat our afternoon tea first.”

Jiang Tongtong nodded.

After enjoying their afternoon tea and shopping for a while longer, Jiang Tongtong had her fill of shopping. She put the episode of being hit on behind her and also forgot about deleting the contact.

The two of them parted ways and headed home.

When Jiang Tongtong got home and saw her father was there, she took out the clothes Lin Gantang had bought for him and said, “Dad, Tangtang bought these for you.”

Mr. Lin was quite surprised and unfolded them to have a look, frowning, “I’m a man in my fifties, wearing something this trendy might make me the butt of jokes.”

Jiang Tongtong held back a laugh. “Tangtang said you look sharp and handsome in it, she picked them out for a long time.”

“Alright then,” Mr. Lin said. “I’ll make do and wear it.”

If it weren’t for the barely suppressed smile on Mr. Lin’s face despite his reluctant tone, Jiang Tongtong might have really believed he didn’t like it.