Ding Han was preparing for treatment when she received a call from Yao Huiqin. After answering the call, she looked at the doctor Cao Yue who had been with her for five years, "I'm going to see someone first, and the treatment will be moved to the afternoon."
Cao Yue frowned, "I was supposed to have treatment last night. If it is postponed, I'm afraid you will have a headache by then."
"It's okay. If you have a headache, I will come back early." Ding Han took the coat on the chair and put it on and said, "This person was specially instructed by Mr. He and needs to be well received."
Seeing Ding Han say this, Cao Yue couldn't say anything else, "I'll just wait for you here. You go early and come back early."
"Okay." Ding Han said and left the room.
Ding Han came to the box where he had tea with Yao Huiqin last time. Yao Huiqin had already arrived.
When Yao Huiqin saw Ding Han coming in and said hello with a smile, she couldn't help but stare at her a few more times, "Here you go, sit down."
Ding Han sat down.
Yao Huiqin poured a cup of tea and handed it to Ding Han, "Try my craftsmanship."
"Thank you." Ding Han took it and took a sip. He saw Yao Huiqin looking at her expectantly, probably waiting for her to evaluate the quality of the tea.
Ding Han twitched his lips in embarrassment, "I rarely drink tea and don't know much about tea, but it tastes good when I drink it. It should be good."
Yao Huiqin continued to pour tea and asked casually: "Miss Ding doesn't drink tea, so why is she so good at making tea?"
"Our boss likes to drink tea, and I have been learning tea art for a while."
"So this is ah."
Ding Han nodded, his eyes caught a glimpse of Yao Huiqin pouring a cup of tea and placing it on the other side of the table, wondering, "Is there anyone else today?"
Yao Huiqin nodded sheepishly.
Ding Han frowned slightly. She was not a sociable person. Apart from the necessary interpersonal relationships at work, she had almost no friends.
If it hadn't been for He Jingxing's instructions, she would not have had any contact with Yao Huiqin.
Yao Huiqin saw that Ding Han was not very happy and explained, "He is a friend of mine. I accidentally talked about meeting a person who looked similar to Xiao Xi. He used to have a good relationship with Xiao Xi and insisted on coming over to meet him. See, I had no choice but to agree to him. He went to the bathroom. If you don't like it, I'll call him and tell him not to come in."
Yao Huiqin said, taking the bag on the chair and preparing to make a call on her mobile phone.
Ding Han remembered He Jingxing's words, asking her to pay more attention to Yao Huiqin recently, and said: "Since he is your friend, let's meet him."
"Okay." Yao Huiqin smiled at the corner of her eyes and was about to say something when the door of the box opened and Jian Haijun walked in.
Ding Han turned his back to the door. When he heard the sound of the door opening behind him, he subconsciously turned to look behind him.
The visitor was wearing a dark blue cotton coat with a gray thick-threaded sweater underneath. He was on the thin side, and his face was weathered by the weather. Because he was too thin, his cheekbones were prominently protruding, making his eye sockets appear somewhat sunken.
For some reason, even though he had never seen this person before, Ding Han felt an indescribable feeling of familiarity in his heart.
When Jian Haijun saw Ding Han's turned face, he was so excited that he almost couldn't walk, "Xiao Xi..."
Yao Huiqin said at the right time, "Come and sit first."
Jian Haijun came to his seat and sat down, his eyes never moving away from him ever since he saw Ding Han.
Ding Han nodded slightly to Jian Haijun as a greeting.
Jian Haijun was so excited that his whole body was trembling, and his old eyes were filled with tears. He looked at Yao Huiqin and said, "This is Xiao Xi... Xiao Xi is still alive..."