Having paused, Duan Lao gave a slight smile and said, "The day before yesterday, when Yingying gave me the invitation, she was unusually amiable. Little did I expect that there would be assassin lurking on the cruise; if it weren't for my luck, I might have been thrown into the sea by now."
In an instant, Duan Ying's pretty face turned dark, "Don't slander me. It was a friend who asked me to help, and I didn't want to. If it hadn't been for seeing how close to death she was..."
"Stop! No amount of justification is useful," declared Duan Lao. "It was indeed because of you that I attended that party."
"With these kinds of events, all we can do is apologize," Duan Ying's father said first. "I believe Yingying must feel very upset too, isn't that right, Yingying?"
"Yes, Daddy," Duan Ying immediately replied.
Mo Liancheng listened to the father-daughter dialogue with slightly raised eyebrows, finding it shameless.
If Duan Lao had any reservations before, he didn't need them now.
