Li Xiaoran looked flustered and looked at Qiao An for help. He even secretly tugged Qiao An's sleeve, hinting at her to put in a good word for him.
Qiao An ignored him.
Seeing that Qiao An could not be counted on, Li Xiaoran cleared his throat and decided to use his glib tongue to salvage Father Qiao's impression of him.
"Uncle, it's rare for you to come to the capital. Coincidentally, I'm free tonight. Let me be the host tonight and treat you to a meal? Take it as an apology for my rashness."
Father Qiao said stiffly, "That won't be necessary. I won't be here for long. I just want to spend time with my daughter."
Li Xiaoran became braver. "Qiao An, you've been in the hospital for so long. You must want to have something different. Why don't I take you out to eat something delicious tonight?"
