Regardless of whether Ming Liang is a sycophant, his words instantly made Li Chuan break into a smile; he walked right over to Ming Liang and hugged him.
"Good boy, what are you up to?"
"Grandpa Li, I guessed that you would come today, so I specially went to our private plot to pick a fragrant melon for you. It's very sweet. My mother grew it. Please have a good taste later."
"Alright, haha, you're so thoughtful."
Of course, Li Chuan didn't believe it, but the child was sweet-talking, and he genuinely seemed to like him.
Secretary Tang, listening from the side, rolled his eyes. This boy, truly Shen Meng's son, could charm food out of a starving ghost with just his words.
"Ming Liang, where's your mother? Mr. Li came specifically to see her today. Hurry and call her back; there's something important to discuss."
"Ah, alright, Uncle Tang, please hold the sweet melon for me. I'll go to the private plot to call my mom. She's weeding there!"
Li Chuan: "...."
