Lin Zhongfu felt very complicated today.
Though he said he was happy, he couldn't actually be happy.
After all, the Hengcheng Grand Hotel was closed for a day, meaning losses starting at several hundred thousand.
Even though he doesn't really care about that amount, who would go against money?
Thinking of seeing negative cash flow tomorrow, Lin Zhongfu felt as though he might have a heart attack.
Yet, to say he's not happy, that's not entirely true either.
At the very least, his usually wayward stepdaughter unexpectedly called him today, awkwardly addressing him as dad.
Even at this moment, Lin Zhongfu still felt like he was dreaming.
Seeing the empty buffet restaurant, Lin Zhongfu snapped back to reality—it wasn't a dream.
Looking again towards the man seated at the window table, his expression immediately darkened.
For the first time Xiaolu entrusted him with a task, and as a father, he definitely had to do the job beautifully for her.
