The mockery in Ou Chengtian's eyes stung like a dagger to the heart; his indifference made it seem as though the man they were discussing had no relevance to him whatsoever, as if he was a complete stranger.
"Chengtian, that's our father, you can't act like this. Regardless of what he did in the past, he's ill right now. You can't let your resentment for him consume this moment. Dad would love if you visited, it could strengthen his will to live." Ou Xinyi lectured him, emphasizing every word resolutely.
She restrained her emotions and didn't lose her temper, because the whole reason she invited him to dinner was to try and reconcile him with Ou Xinhong, not to exacerbate their conflict.
If she lost her temper now, Ou Chengtian might storm off in anger.
And, he'd likely agreed to have dinner with her because of their past relationship.
Mu Hualan sighed softly and said tenderly: "Chengtian, Xinyi's right. He's sick right now. You should at least spare some time to visit him."
