Wang Yan quickly stepped forward to take her father's bag and coat, complaining, "Dad, you're finally home. Come and eat."
"All right then," Wang Sheng laughed.
Seeing his daughter's affection, Wang Sheng's heart was filled with warmth. His daughter was so sweet, unlike his wife who only liked watching Kung Fu movies. It wasn't that Shi Lan wasn't virtuous, but compared to her, their daughter was always more proactive.
Just as he began eating, Wang Yan said, "Dad, I've invited a classmate for dinner tomorrow night and you must be there."
"Why do I have to be there? Is there something wrong?" Wang Sheng looked up with a puzzled expression.
