"Dad, Tiao's probably finished up, let me call her again."
Gu Qingfeng's slightly thin cheeks maintained a gentle expression as he shook his head.
"No need, like you said, she might be busy. Don't disturb her, let's eat!"
Zhang Yuexin listened and wasn't happy.
"I mean, Qingfeng, you personally called her to come have a meal together, she agreed herself, and now she's standing you up. She sure is your dear niece at heart!"
Gu Qingfeng frowned and looked at Zhang Yuexin.
"If you don't speak, no one will think you're mute!"
Zhang Yuexin got even angrier. This table of dishes cost no less than seven to eight hundred, and it was all for Mu Tiantian; she wouldn't have splurged otherwise.
"If I don't speak, truly no one thinks I'm mute. But without me speaking, you'd still believe your beloved niece really cares about her so-called uncle!"
