This clay doll has been placed here for a long time. It is the only decoration on his desk besides office supplies.
Every time he was tired from work or in a bad mood, he would habitually take this doll into his hands and play with it.
This time, it's no exception.
Looking at the bright smiling face of the doll, Leng Zimo's mood improved a lot.
But, speaking of which, who gave him this thing?!
Every time he saw this doll, he would raise such questions, but of course he couldn't think of the answer every time.
He gently caressed the baby's face with his fingertips, then turned the baby around between his fingers and played with it.
Out of the corner of his eye, he caught the red mark on the bottom of the doll. Leng Zimo raised his eyebrows slightly, then turned the doll and pointed the bottom towards himself.
The bottom of the doll is not painted, and there is a red handprint printed on the white primary color.
The handprint was not big, it was oval in shape, and it should be the handprint of a thumb.
Leng Zimo raised his right hand and pointed his thumb upward.
The handprint was slightly smaller than his thumb, so it didn't look like a man's handprint.
"A woman's finger?"
Leng Zimo frowned again. Could it be that some woman gave this to him?
How is this possible? The office is very important to him. To be recognized by him, the things placed on the desk must be comparable to his work. Nothing important has ever appeared in his life.
Woman, how could he allow women’s things to be placed on his desk?!
Naturally, he would definitely not buy such a thing. Who gave this thing as a gift?!
Leng Zimo pressed the call again, and soon an assistant walked in.
"Do you know who sent this?"
The assistant shook his head slightly and said, "I remember the first day I came to work, this thing was on your desk."
"How many years have you been at Emperor Vision?"
"Four years." The assistant looked at his face, "How about I ask someone else?"
"No need." Leng Zimo waved his hand to her, "You go out to work."
This assistant was the one who had worked with him the longest in his memory. Even she didn't know about it, and others certainly didn't know about it.
After thinking about it, Leng Zimo picked up the mobile phone on the table and dialed Aileen's number.
Soon, Eileen answered the phone.
"Mr. Leng, I am Irene."
"How are you doing lately?"
"There is still one month left before the due date. I am waiting for a prenatal check-up in the hospital." Irene's voice was full of happiness as a mother. "Are you okay?!"
Leng Zimo looked at the clay doll in his hand, "Do you know the clay doll on my table?"
"It's that girl in a Tang suit, right? What's wrong?" Irene asked.
"I want to ask you, do you know who gave me that doll?" Leng Zimo frowned, with a hint of annoyance in his tone, "I thought about it for a long time, but I can't remember who gave it to me.
For me."
"Um..." Erin hesitated on the other end of the phone for a while, "You bought it yourself."
"I bought it myself, but why can't I remember it?"
"You must be too tired from work recently. If circumstances permit, you'd better rest more. The work is never done, and your health is the most important thing, isn't it? I'm really sorry, Mr. Leng, I'm going in for an examination.
Let’s talk later, okay?”
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There will be an explanation later on why Irene lied.