At this moment, Du Liping's face was clouded with gloom as he looked at the pile of entertainment magazines on his desk, already so infuriating to him. And just when things couldn't get any worse, where on earth had Ah Dong disappeared to? His calls went unanswered, the phone switched off. Little did Du Liping know, at this moment Ah Dong had already turned into a puddle of liquid, far beyond answering his calls.
"Inform the heads of these magazines and newspapers that I, Du Liping, am inviting them to dine at Zen Pavilion tonight."
Du Liping instructed his secretary, then picked up his coat and left his office. His daughter really did give him no peace of mind. Yet Du Liping couldn't help but support her, feeling guilty for having abandoned her and her mother in the past. Even when his daughter went against him, he had no choice but to bear it.
