Teng Daye looked at his daughter's frozen red face, "Kids' jokes shouldn't be taken seriously. Come back with me; I have a contract to sign."
"You have to keep your promises. If you're busy, don't accompany me. I'll sell them myself."
"How long have you been with her, and you've already been brainwashed like this? It's just not eating; we can go abroad for surgery."
As soon as Teng Daye finished speaking, his phone rang again. Seeing the number, he didn't want to answer.
Hang up!
"Dad, you fear no difficulty; why do you dare not face Qian?"
"Who's afraid of facing her!"
"Then answer it!"
The phone rang persistently; Teng Daye, with extreme impatience, answered Qian's call under his daughter's provocation.
"Mr. Teng, how are you?" Qian's voice was so pleasant.
