Madam Huangpu gently shook Madam Nangong's hand and whispered, "Don't be so hot-tempered, you know what Xiaoqing is like, right? The more you push her, the less likely she is to compromise."
Madam Nangong's expression changed, and her round face soon showed a pleasant and affable smile that looked very approachable, "Alright, Xiaoqing, I was wrong just now. Can't you stop being mad at mom for dad and mom coming all the way here for your birthday?"
Nan Qing didn't directly answer her question but instead glanced at Fu Han. Once Fu Han revealed a sweet smile, Nan Qing reluctantly agreed.
The appearance of these four people disrupted Fu Han's plans, and she knew that no matter what she arranged, these elders would never agree, so she simply returned to her original spot to sit and eat.
"You're still in the mood to eat at a time like this?" A cool voice chimed in as a black figure sat opposite her—it was He Xing.
