Teng Shuixian glanced at her father, who hadn't shown dissatisfaction in front of others for many years, and suddenly wanted to laugh.
She thought her dad looked quite adorable like this.
As his business grew, his expressions became fewer.
What he showed outsiders was just a mask, even when angry, he wouldn't show it. Now her dad was really like that man in her memory who would use any trick to fool her into eating unpalatable food.
"Pass the phone to him."
"Chen Xiaoqian, enough with the games—"
"Do you want to cure your daughter's anorexia or not? I'm just asking, do you want to or not."
Teng Daye's emotions stabilized instantly with Qian's voice, which had a power to convince people. It was the voice of someone extremely confident, giving him the feeling that this little girl could indeed cure Shuixian.
"What are you going to do?"
"How about placing another bet with me?" Qian smirked.
