The banquet was over.
Qian Guanshu and Ye Wenhan saw the last wave of guests off.
Qian Guanshu took Ye Wenhan back home.
In the car on the way back, Qian Guanshu's face was dark with anger.
Ye Wenhan didn't know why his father looked so displeased this time, but after so many years together, he could sense his mood and wisely kept silent.
He was baffled. His father had seemed in high spirits throughout the banquet, cheerful and congenial with everyone. He had not sensed any displeasure from him at all.
While he was puzzling over this, Qian Guanshu suddenly spoke, "The reporter this afternoon..."
"Hmm?" Ye Wenhan turned to look at Qian Guanshu.
Which reporter?
Was there a problem?
Hadn't the press conference gone smoothly?
Although some of the questions had left him at a loss, and it annoyed him to think that most of the spotlight had been stolen by Song Zhizhi, wasn't everything going quite well on the whole?!
He kept silent.
