Shen Feihu's calm voice came from the office, completely unimaginable that he had just been cursing someone.
Sheng Ning nodded at Xiao Tao and walked into the office.
"Report to the President, the Song and Dance Troupe..." She was interrupted impatiently by Shen Feihu before she could finish.
"Alright, alright, have a seat! Stop standing there foolishly." Shen Feihu motioned for her to sit down opposite him.
As Sheng Ning turned her head, she met someone's deep eyes.
"Xiao Ning, you're here, what a coincidence."
"..." Can someone please tell her how this shameless man also ended up here? And even though it was a father-son argument, how could he comfortably sit inside and watch?
His skin was just too thick.
Sheng Ning chose the seat farthest from Xu Qigang and ignored him completely.
"Xiao Ning, come home with me! In the time you haven't been home, dust has settled on the house." Xu Qigang moved to the chair next to Sheng Ning, bringing an impossible-to-ignore pressure.
