Ren Li actually didn't dislike her elderly father, it was just that she was too disappointed. But, no matter how disappointed she was, he was still her own father. The main reason, in fact, was because she couldn't let go of her pride and was not good at expressing herself.
"Eat up," Tang Yuxin stuffed the chopsticks into Father Ren's hands, "After dinner, we'll talk about Wu Liangliang's matter."
And upon hearing the name Wu Liangliang, a bitter look spread across Father Ren's face.
In reality, he had no face to talk about it, but it had already been spoken about by others.
He took the chopsticks and started eating, bite by bite, filling his empty stomach little by little until he put down the chopsticks when most of the dishes were eaten and the rice was gone.
Tang Yuxin then poured another cup of water and placed it in front of Father Ren.
