By the time I reached thirty, I hadn't managed to provide any of the happiness I wanted for my wife. I also still couldn't become the support my parents relied on. At this turning point in my fate, my income suddenly began to increase randomly. (A daily life tale in a wealthy family setting, featuring a single female lead and no harem.)
After dropping off the spoiled brat,
Pingsheng took the little fart kid with him to work at the company.
It was already September 10, and Magic City was still as hot as summer during the beginning of autumn.
It was still unbearably hot.
He was still driving his big Phantom with the starry sky roof, which was incredibly stable and yet overwhelmingly dominant.
By the time he arrived at the headquarters building, Chen Bufan had already been seriously standing at the entrance acting as security.
Seeing his earnest expression, Pingsheng would always remember how every time he came home, Chen Bufan would stand at the corner and shout from a distance, "Big brother is home, big brother is home."
Perhaps in his heart, he would always be that big brother.
The little fart kid also crisply yelled, "Uncle Bufan."
Chen Bufan scratched his head and chuckled sheepishly, as not many people within the company knew of their relationship.