After resting for a while, Mr. Lin called, looking for Lin Gantang.
Mr. Lin didn't see Lin Gantang in the morning, nor did he see her in the afternoon. He simply called to get his pig back to the pen.
"Tangtang, accompany me to the charity banquet tonight. Still at Yanqing's house? Come back now. I'll get the stylist to help you get ready," Mr. Lin said.
Lin Gantang sighed. "Dad, I told you to find a partner. Look, you don't even have a female companion to hold hands with at the banquet. Tsk tsk."
"You're my daughter. If I don't order you around, wouldn't I have raised you in vain? Come quickly!" Mr. Lin retorted.
Lin Gantang reminded him in a particularly annoying manner. "Dad, have you ever thought that if you and Yanqing attend the same banquet in the future, your daughter will definitely hold Yanqing's hand? How pitiful. What about my dad?"
"Get lost!" Mr. Lin's heart was stabbed.
