Li Zhao absolutely did not dare to offend Lu Shifeng. Besides, the request wasn't unreasonable, was it? He was merely asking Li Huanhuan to have a meal with the young man. It wasn't worth causing a scene over.
Li Zhao, her father, pushed open the door to Li Huanhuan's bedroom. He had worked tirelessly for the Li family his entire life, and his temples already showed hints of white. He wore a placating smile and hesitated to speak, though Li Huanhuan already knew what he was about to say.
"Has something happened recently? Are you in a bad mood?" Li Zhao asked, probing gently.
Li Huanhuan shook her head, denying it. "Nothing's happened. I'm in a great mood. If something had happened, I wouldn't be able to hide it from you. I just don't like the look of him, that's all! He makes me uncomfortable."
