Seeing that Lin Yu was still sensible, Lin Cheng didn't say anything else.
He turned to look at Lin Yun. "Xiao Yun, you…"
Before Lin Cheng could finish, Lin Yun had already said, "Dad, I have something on that day, so I might not be able to attend the banquet."
Hearing Lin Yun's words, Lin Cheng heaved a sigh of relief.
He nodded before saying, "Yes, that's the only way."
Lin Yun lowered her head slightly and drank the soup in her bowl with a cold smile.
Wang Lan had a troubled look on her face. When Lin Cheng saw this, he frowned but did not ask.
After the meal, Lin Yun returned to her room.
As soon as he entered the room, she saw the message in the dialog box flashing on the computer on the table.
It seemed that there was a reply to the message she was waiting for.
She clicked on the message and saw that it was indeed the result she had been looking forward to.
