Bihai Garden, Building 7, Unit 1, Apartment 1102.
In Jiang Xiaoqi's home, besides her parents, there were three others.
A middle-aged couple and a young man. Judging by the way they were seated, they were likely a family of three.
"Old Zhang, I hear your son got into the Tax Bureau?" Jiang Xiaoqi's father, Jiang Guobin, asked.
"First in the written exam, first in the interview too. After supporting him for all these years, it feels like our hard work has finally paid off."
The man known as Old Zhang was Zhang Qinghua, one of Jiang Guobin's old colleagues.
"I have to say, time really flies. In the blink of an eye, more than twenty years have passed. Both our kids are all grown up and at the age for marriage."
"Yeah, and we've gotten old," Jiang Guobin said.
"But today's timing is unfortunate. Qiqi has a lot going on at school. She was even selected as an Outstanding Teacher, so she has to work overtime today. I'm so sorry to have kept you waiting for so long."
