Seeing Lin Feng's refusal so decisively, Liu Changhong was stunned, thinking, Could Lin Feng really harbor resentment against him, ready for revenge?
But before he had time to ponder further, his daughter Liu Yu quietly pulled at his clothes from behind, leaned to his ear, and said, "Daddy, I know this man. He's a very proud person. As long as we don't provoke him again, he won't care about us. Don't worry!"
"Is that really so?" Liu Changhong looked doubtfully at Liu Yu, feeling a bit skeptical about her judgment. This girl had never been clever. Could her words be trusted?
"Dad, even if you don't agree with me, don't you think it's disrespectful to force Lin Feng to accept your invitation?" Liu Yu bit her lower lip and continued. She didn't want to see her father Liu Changhong humiliating himself in front of Lin Feng, so she tried to change his mind.
