Dad... It had been a long time since she'd heard that word.
So much so that when she heard it, Rong Yan's expression turned momentarily blank.
She quickly gathered her wits, took a deep breath, walked over, and sat down where Rong Nanfeng had pulled out a chair for her.
The appetizing dishes were brought to the table one after another.
Rong Nanfeng picked up a piece of fish for her and said softly, "I remember you loved this vinegar fish. You mustn't have had it often abroad—eat more today."
Rong Weiwei silently fiddled with her own food, watching the person opposite her with envy and spite.
She was jealous of Rong Nanfeng's attitude toward Rong Yan, yet felt vindicated that, even as his biological daughter, Rong Yan had still been tossed out like trash for five years.
