"So, your father is very pitiful?" Liang shook his head mockingly.
Dong Rui smiled shamelessly, a flicker of amusement in her eyes, and said nothing.
Shaking his head, Liang turned to leave. The banquet was already ending, and its once lively atmosphere now felt heavy and laden with unsaid words.
***
Two days later, a new invitation arrived for Liang. This one came from someone he had long been anticipating—Dong Tian Di, the current head of the Dong Clan.
As the sun began to set the next day, a guest arrived at Liang's residence. It was none other than Dong Rui.
Upon seeing Liang's calm demeanor, Dong Rui couldn't help but me amused "My father has asked me to bring you to meet him. I'm sure you were already notified."
Liang nodded, his expression remaining stoic. "Yes."
Dong Rui's eyes flickered thoughtfully, searching his face for any hint of emotion or uncertainty. "Since you're ready, let's go."
