After speaking, she directly took out her phone and dialed her father's number.
"Dad, it's me, Feifei. Cai Yuwen came to me. Is what he said true?" she asked bluntly. It was the only thing she wanted to confirm at that moment.
There was a long silence on the other end of the call until Qin Feifei urged again; a deep and slightly hoarse voice came over: "Feifei, our family business has some issues. It's thanks to Uncle Cai that we avoided... sigh! Feifei, forgive your dad."
"I understand."
No wild outburst or hysterical crying. Qin Feifei just calmly hung up the phone, sat slowly on the sofa, covered her enchanting eyes with a delicate hand, and tears quietly flowed down.
Seeing her like this, Cai Yuwen was very pleased. This was his ace in the hole. He knew Qin Feifei was a very filial daughter, and as long as her parents spoke, the matter was eighty percent settled. The remaining twenty percent depended on his own performance.
