Old Zhang wouldn't stay for dinner.
"No, I have urgent matters to attend to at home, so I'll pass on dinner this time. I have to go back today."
One absolutely refused to stay for dinner, while the other was desperately pulling him.
From a distance, Rong Yan shook her head, observing that the Chinese culture of insisting on sharing meals was truly strong.
In the end, Old Zhang managed to extract himself and leave.
Rong Wenming was left wiping the sweat from his forehead.
"Dad, what did Mr. Zhang come here for?"
Rong Wenming glanced sharply at his daughter. "Don't be disrespectful, call him Uncle Zhang."
Rong Yan: …
That's not the point, is it?
The mother and daughter hadn't heard their conversation, so they didn't know what Mr. Zhang had come for.
They were both curious.
After all, him coming here must mean there was something important.
Seeing the two inquisitive looks, Rong Wenming said,
