When Meng Yanzhi left the mall, he was carrying several bags in his hands, and the assistant following behind him was lugging even more big and small bags. And that wasn't even counting the things that had been sent straight home.
The assistant muttered in his heart, even if this were his own daughter, he wouldn't buy this many things.
Let alone a child that isn't his by blood. Buying so much stuff—will it even all get used?
"Hurry up."
Meng Yanzhi couldn't wait to get the room set up. If one day—if one day Chenchen came to live at his place, then everything would come in handy.
He regretted it a little, wondering why he hadn't gotten all this done sooner.
"Coming, coming." The assistant hurried to catch up. As for all those complaints in his heart, he didn't dare let a single one show.
His boss had money; he could buy whatever he wanted. Whether it got used or not wasn't something he had any say in.
