In the private room of the cafe, Yue Qingqing and Li Fuhong stared at each other.
The room was filled with an awkward silence.
By blood, they were father and daughter, but in reality, they were more like strangers.
Li Fuhong's eyebrows unconsciously knitted together, considering what the first words should be.
But Yue Qingqing broke the silence first.
"Did you want something from me?"
Li Fuhong's rhythm was disrupted, and his brows furrowed even tighter.
Even at the negotiating table, he had always been the type to like taking control.
The person in front of him, who was supposed to be his daughter, looked at him with such a gaze.
Under the influence of inexplicable anger, Li Fuhong's tone naturally was not gentle.
"Do you know how much my company has been affected by your performance on the talk show? It was Zhuang Rouhui who abandoned you, not me. Why should it fall on my head?"
Listening to the man's words and looking at the anger on his face.
