Lin Qiang climbed along the old corridor to the fourth floor, and even he was a little breathless. Qiu Zhizhang's life was simple, and the three-bedroom and one-living house was still decorated ten years ago, although it was old but very clean.

After the Christmas holiday, Qiu Xiaotong has returned to the United States. Qiu Zhizhang now lives with a full-time nanny. The aunt in her early forties cooked a table of dishes and took out the old wine at Qiu Zhizhang's instructions.

"Drink less..." The nanny took a big cup for Lin Qiang, but only gave Qiu Zhizhang a small cup that was not much bigger than the dry nails. "At most two taels."

"Haha..." Qiu Zhizhang smiled awkwardly, "Lin Qiang, you see, even if you are old, no matter how glorious you are in the bank, you will be controlled by a nanny when you go home!"

"It's pretty good." Lin Qiang smiled, "I have to find a nanny who cares about me when I'm old."

The nanny smiled embarrassedly, and after making the dishes, she went to the kitchen to have a meal by herself, and gave the hall to the old and the young.

Lin Qiang and Qiu Zhizhang have not seen each other for a long time, but there is still no separation. After all, there is too much communication between them. During the year when Lin Qiang was a account manager at the grassroots level, the two of them talked thoroughly about what they could talk about. At that time, Qiu Zhizhang never thought about going back to the bank, and Lin Qiang never thought that this old man would be the immediate boss. The two were open and loyal, which made them completely understand each other. Therefore, until now, they almost didn't have to communicate and know what the other party was thinking.

This is why Lin Qiang chose Qiu Zhizhang. In sharp contrast to Qiu Zhizhang, Lin Qiang never knows what Chen Xingyuan was thinking. Now it seems that the decision was wrong. If he had followed Chen Xingyuan back then, he would probably have called Tiantian and Earth no longer effective.

Lin Qiang and Qiu Zhizhang were eating and drinking with Mr. Qiu, which was a small sip, not as boring as Huang Guangyao. Lin Qiang felt like this old man, slowing down his pace and not greedy day and night.

Halfway through the drinks, Qiu Zhizhang was about to meet the limit specified by the nanny, and the conversation between the two finally came to the point.

Qiu Zhizhang slowly leaned on the back of the chair, looking up at the ceiling, as if he was deliberately avoiding Lin Qiang's eyes, and the two words floated out of his mouth—
Chapter completed!