Nan Fei spoke eloquently, her words clear and her attitude sincere. Fu Yiming's earlier anger slowly subsided—after all, she was his beloved only daughter whom he had cherished for many years. Wasn't everything he did for her sake?
Moreover, he had called Xin Wu back tonight precisely to mend the father-daughter relationship.
"I believe Mr. Fu must also be feeling distressed at this time, why don't we eat first? Would that be okay?"
"Fine, let's eat first." With a way out offered, Fu Yiming immediately asked the maid to prepare the meal and personally led everyone to the dining room.
Jing Tong's smile had not yet faded when it immediately froze.
Damn Jiang Nanfei, truly up to no good.
At the dinner table, Fu Xinwu kept his head down, gloomily and absent-mindedly pushing around the white rice in his bowl.
